Seeker Poet

You have to know me well, You have to know me fine, You have to tell me then, How well you understand, Of how the sun goes down, Of how you feel me bound, Of how you see me through, When i fell on the ground, I am so insecure, In all these days and nights, When i see 'me' no more, In all these ugly fights, I see the bluer sky, I see the darkest clouds, I have these ears and eyes, Still i have unknown doubts, In all this mist and fog, In all this dark and shine, You have to know me well, You have to know me fine. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

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...