..call it musing..!

I sat in open , staring at stars and the wide endless sky...musing

I have done much for others but when do we call it enough
And what have i done for myself , knowing it is really tough

Am i being selfish saying this ? Do i need to care about me now ?
Its just the void that i feel when i contemplate.

Caring and loving is in my blood
But does that mean you always give it selflessly
Is expecting something in return bad ?
Its just too hard to decipher and its making me mad

My family has always been my life
And life's beautiful i know it
But does that complete me ?...
Why is that i feel that something is missing ?
Its like you have a life but are you living ?

I know no gimmick Never learnt it.
Always believed that truth has great power.
But then why..why ?
It is that the world is not a happy place to live.

Even when i am not happy i try and make people happy
'coz i know if you are sad doesn't mean you make others sad.
Is that a bad thing ?
Am i the only fool who does this ?
Do i deserve this emptiness ?
I have no right to be happy ?

People talk about love every now and then
And i fail to understand
Is that love they talk about ? Or is that more of lust ?
I feel terrified. Disgusted. 
Is there anything called conscience ?
Or has the definition of love changed ?

But quitting is not my thing.
I value who has values(..for me thats enough)
And pursuit of happiness will go on.
I guess GandhiJi rightly said:
"Whatever you do in life will be insignificant but its important that you do it."