Love, Life and Mysteries

My gaze seem distorted, as I stare in despair searching for my lost self Thoughts of what would become of me and everything else I want to be My life for once has become a puzzle, a mystery that has proved to be a tussle Each day waking up to fix a missing link to my expectations of a perfect life to live what does it take for us to be content ,when we have adapted to living a life of pretence ? Where does life begin and end? what do we really want out of it in the end? Is it happiness, or wealth? is it fame maybe Love ? Each has their own wishlist, that seemed to be granted as the least For Our desires are incripted in our veins ,openly leaving a trail of stains Today as I reflect upon how far a distance I've come, I wonder if I truly have been living or atleast tasted the life I would have come to love And I know it's a puzzle, that is life and love To have tasted of both and truly be drenched in their pure bliss, is a privilege only few have had the pleasure to feel And perhaps someday when I've had both I'll reminisce on this day when I thought of what it would have felt like But till then my mind will wonder off to oblivion as my eyes stare up in space in my thoughts of love, life and puzzles