Seeker Poet

It seems like sun and moons are gone, Clouds seem to have swallowed them, They are there, far there than our reach, Superficial things sometimes seem real, Fear that ain't a moment old, Seems like the mountain of centuries, Like the floods and earthquakes that may end us, The illusions so weak made giants and demons, A dense bunch of beautiful bright cloud, Stood there in between the dark companions, With light being showered from above, Came to a soul that sought the guidance, The soul that's brave enough, But lies in the body that feeds on mind, The eyes that see, the ears that do hear, But mind veils the truth seeking soul, Alas we don't do unveil the reality, We build castles on smoke, hide us in dark, When the sun outshines outside, We turn our heads in, into the abyss of fog, Don't believe me, believe your ownself, See within, widen your eyes to see, See what lies hidden in open, What lies within unseen.

I won't fight you my demons, I won't let you in my dreams, I won't let you be my hero, I won't let you hurt my being, You've been here to make me gone, In dark dungeons, in restless storms, To put me behind, every now and then, To doubt in vain, thinking how and when, You are here every hour within, Dusty smoke; non-existing, not being, I let you in to dress me a thing, To think a slave while being a king, I won't fight you my demons, I'll sway you in a wave, Fear's just a thought, I am bold and brave, Go today, you'll go tomorrow, In refuge of 'the one' got no guilt no sorrow. I don't care a bit, you are enemy of mine, My life ain't dark, it lights and shine.

I kept on searching night by night, Into every day's light, To find you all the time, In my death, in my lives, I went prepared, i went naive, I went crawling more than i survive, After the funerals to get alive, To get through myself hive by hive, I started to end, I got caught on every bend, I don't even remember how to begin, I see only demons wherever i have been, I caged myself completely, To get free again lately, Trying to rid my mind's grasp, Got more trapped, the more i tried, Remembered only feel of 'the one' divine, By whose grace i climbed up the vine, To get on path i seen up high, I saw the moon and stars all shy, I tried to feel presence of 'the one', Got light near me from moon like sun, I stopped the search to see it clear, Not to see too far, but to see real near, The One who's near Within me, Is The One near each and everything, Between all the silence and words, Between all the rhythms and hearts. ...

Life is a weird yet interesting yet surprising yet complex yet simple. It brings turns unknown to a path all known and walked upon. It brings new troubles, often we make most of them. Some real, some fake. There are troubles which affect our lives and there are troubles which don't exist but we do own them. You might be thinking why and how we put purselves into troubles. Yes, we do invite them.                                                        We are the moulders of reality and truth. We generate thoughts, thoughts which are nothing but a smoke in our consciousness but it's so lethal that it can make demons evolve. We let our thoughts hold grasp of our lives. Our thoughts start out as a small seed but soon turns into a bush of thorns which pierce our days and dreams. It brings fears, doubts, confusion. It affects peace, decision making and o...