Seeker Poet

My reach is not the horizon, Not the place where sun sets, I imagine about what lies beyond, Where sun leads to the unknown, I stand here in middle of the rain, With dense smoke flowing out of my mouth, Every view, every feel i see right here, I am curious to see what you don't believe, With cloud roaring, waiting for it's time, To play it's role before sun comes to shine, There's time allotted for each and every thing, Which hurry can't change, what haste can't affect a bit, I got the hanging garden of Babylon, I got the sky beneath which Alexander fought, I am standing on the land and take in the water, Which is as ancient as anywhere is, I got no worry, bear no regrets, I'll have what i am promised, But i don't have desire of horizon, I want to seek what lies beyond.

We believe. We believe that we own something. Money, luxuries, peoples, property, charms etc. Yes we do own these things to our name. But have you ever given a thought about how much our these magnificent possessions really belong to us? You can recall for how long you have something. On the contrary, you can also recall how easily you lost something that belonged to you.  My words may be seeming a bit demotivating or upsetting, but i want to pay the emphasis on the fact that 'life is nothing but a series of moments'. Life, which one way or another, affects and plays with us.  For example: We had and have various accomplishments that we do enjoy and believe that they are somehow fix with us and we start to believe that these accomplishments; whether living or materialistic, will stay with us for the rest of our life. But things do change. Life takes a turn and suddenly brings out from the unknown- 'a trouble' right to attack our accomplishment. It's a stepping st...