Seeker Poet

An irresistible fatigue comes up again and again, before the end of the day till the beginning of the dawn. Surpassing it is the greatest delight, because when it ends, i meet myself. Face of my soul, Not the eyes i wear, Not the lips i smile with. I swim languidly enjoying each and every sight, listening to all the chirps dissolved in the wind. I fly aimlessly in the far end sky, with the soul-intention of going beyond everywhere i pass. It's the time when i don't belong to the chains and prisons, it's the time when i stay in the refuge that can't be pierced. I fly and fly and swim in the universe, unknown into the uncertain. But as there's a beginning, there's an end, Similarly, As there's a journey there's also a bend. I fly into the unknown until i sense the fright, the fright sown by myself, in the garden of mind. The garden that turned into a demon, Comes home without invitation, It serves doubts and regrets, fear...

We keep on riding down, Down the Nowhere Town, Languidly, into the next, Feared, imagining the best, Eagerly taking the turns, Hiding Ugly skin burns, Riding and Sailing, to land afar, To rid the stains, to rid the scar, Beneath the stars, we stand alone, To see the past, to see the gone, We Stood in silence, for million nights, In sleepless doubts, in ageless fights, People, Society, Race and Creed, Better not bothered, contagious disease, Rattling trains, working machines, No place for love, No place for dreams, Nowhere Town, On money it feeds, To trash it takes, to hell it leads.