I stared at my bedroom ceiling nothing popped on my mind. I don’t know what is this feeling, which makes me feel empty inside.

In a flash, a question popped, What is my purpose? A point which made me stop. A reaction I challenge to propose.

At times I wonder Why do I crave like this. I stop to think and ponder, However this puzzle is not a breeze.

What can it be? I always ask. Then I feel my empty soul. Answering it is not an easy-peasy task. The riddle must be resolved.