Seeker Poet

I wish that music plays forever, Forever in background till i exist, So i won't worry who's talking, Whether you or my mind, So i can clear the fog on the rearview, Seeing the gone the way it was, With the windshield reflecting the sun, The sun that burns within me throughout days and nights, I try to win the moments altogether, Receding ceaselessly into the distant future, Unconsciously reaching beyond like a mystic trance, Like a sun never going out of bounds, My sun got fire but doesn't wish to burn, It hides gracefully behind leaves and clouds, It rages on it's own path, to fulfill the destined command, To go through whatever stops, to smile to whoever pass, So i wish that music goes on forever, In my background, within me throughout, So i can ignore what my mind disturbs, Raging boldly in the unknown world.

The moment that our life beholds from the time of our birth till the end of our lives. We know nothing about it as long as we don't know about anything else. But the irony follows in time when we are concerned about everything but we don't pay focus on the precious gift known as 'Moment'.                        Sooner in life we start to know about something which doesn't even exist in the current spin of life. It's future. We plan for it. We assume. Often we assume it in accord to the fake illusion set up in our mind. But that illusion do get hurt; everytime, until we realize the worth of the moment.                                                           The only illusions that exist are not only the ones regarding future. Many are the ghosts from the past, which did existed eve...