Seeker Poet

Finally the moment arrived, One awaited for eternal long time, When all these times will end, That started in deep past forgotten, It started when i was young and free, It took me to heights of unknown trees, I followed the road in hope of beyond, I stumbled, i fallen to find out who's me, I have all these memories, The tears not forgotten, I won't lighten my backpack, Even if it outweighs my expedition, It holds the lessons, experiences all i had, The moments i lived, when i died long aback, I rose again by blessing, not by strength of mine, I live under the mercy, in the grace of one divine, It's late than the usual, i know but i'll carry on, To finish the undone, to get back the gone, I am here once again to the one last ride, A change that may change the spin of life.

Always again in the lost and present, in the gone and awaiting, we love. As many times we loose or we go away from love, we do return always. We accept it sometimes, sometimes we refuse it; assuming it's not love. We judge. Being a man in the court, we try to seem honest and wise and judge. See in the mirror and ask yourself are you really capable of judging the things happening in your life?     Life ain't that complex. It's always straight and simple. But we feel we really need to push, we are never satisfied with what we see and hear. We stay lazy and ignorant and want to go beyond. We should seek instead. By seeing what's in front of us, by listening what we hear.     Don't loose it yet. The hold of what you had, the urge for what you want. Love comes to us, never let go of it. Thoughts and facts may seem to reflect back nothing. But love is something which has no image. It needs no reflection, it needs no voice. It is always there. Unheard, unseen. Hold the ...