Am I wrong?

Half way on the mark still I am facing dark,
I have lot of questions to be answered,
I have lot of queries which now and then clutter,
Am I wrong as I have lot of questions?
Am I wrong as I am entangled within lot of possessions?

Even I am human who wants to love,
Even I am human who wants to be loved,
Am I wrong in demanding this things?
Are my demands more or less not suiting the current grid?

My circle of trust is limited to an extent,
People are not so easily transported into my owned cluster,
Am I wrong in taking it so seriously?
Am I wrong in marking few in highlighted ink?

Many people possess set of opinions about me,
Am I wrong in not believing those alien beliefs?
As I have now already constructed my own stable zone

My life has got more things than just set by traditions,
My life is more about me than anyone else,
Am I wrong in persuading this journey?
Am I wrong in not following the set mode?

Friends and family have always been my back up,
But I still have my limited lines which I don’t cross,
Am I wrong in doing so?

The wrong-right theory goes on,
But may be some day my all wrongs,
Though may be wrong,
But will make me confident that,
I myself owned them.