Questions

So many questions  I ask myself every day,

 About right and wrong,

 On how to decide what right is, and what is wrong,

 Since the moment the alarm strikes a chord,

 Till the moment my senses don’t drop,

 Questions of ‘how’s and ‘when’s,

 Of how to answer with a ‘no’ ?

 Or spilling the ugly truth, u shouldn’t know?

 Whether red looks good or not?

or, when to give in to a temptation without another thought? 

So many questions,  I ask myself everyday,

 About feelings, for me and from me,

 Give away the trust, should I or should I not?

Or whether  to tie my anger with a knot?

At times when the mind races faster than the clock,

 And the questions are unwilling to stop,

To yourself, it is hard to deceive,

But to answer one self, it is a further difficulty to achieve.