Seeker Poet

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.

Streets are empty, when you're home. A simple line but a lot to think about. Home's a place where your heart and life exists. A place for where you live and for which you can die for. A place for which you think when you're away. After all, home is home. On the other side of window lies the unknown, Street. Streets from where life is learned, from where necessities are earned. Streets which attracts us for 'more'. Street's the place that makes you or breaks you. It teaches us how to learn, how to earn, how to walk, how to talk. Street is the arena where you perform to run your 'Home'. Now as we know the difference between home and street, it's time to watch behind the curtain. There's a deep interconnection as well as opposition between these two. Home is important because it's home while street is important to run it. Both are depended on each other but both need more from us than we give to other. Streets give charm, home gives peace. T...