Seeker Poet

When night awaits the wanderer to return, To the mirror surrounding from above and beneath, It peeks what he has returned with, A bread of satisfaction or an empty handed distraction, Heart of the restless goes silent, When the next moment stops to listen, To take a look how well he's prepared, To face the moment of the midnight confusion, It's answers one seeks for the questions unanswered, To have a torch of reason, to feed up conscience, To go on with ancient swords, Where bravery shines but thoughts fear to ignite, The path is same where everyone has walked, Each feet has fallen where it was destined to fall, Don't try to plan what's beyond our reach, Listen to the call of the silence that speaks, The midnight confusion is the game of thoughts, To overcome the fears or to die in doubt, Believe yourself with the faith in divine, Being a wanderer, facing days and nights.

Night wrapped in shadow of stars, Reflecting back in the eyes of seeker, That wanders to take home: unknown, In hope of best, trying again and again, Days pass by, nights follow repeatedly, Bringing moments of dead silence, Often readable, often not, Like verses written in ancient language, Each night needs the reason, Of why dreams come, why nightmares knock, Why life goes stranded, How tangles get resolved in a moment, Am 'i' the reason for all of these occurences? Or 'I' am the medium to traverse? I seem like a hole in the door, Through which light passes to illuminate, Answers i get, questions still surround me, I go through head high, sometimes it's hard to crawl in, Doubts and regrets, i try to rid of, Being in the shallows, i still dare to breath.

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.