Seeker Poet

It's something that we don't understand, What we don't know we claim it a sin, A wrongdoing; if we are unable to do it, A mystic dancing in love of God, Seems transgressor to the Orthodox world, A poor little boy steals a bread to vanquish his hunger, World claims him a thief, We beat him until he dies or bleed, We don't push hard to feel a little further, Of why someone goes against the wind of the world, Why someone ain't comfortable being slave of majority, Skeptical place the earth is, Wrong things are allowed to do openly, Culture we follow, decency we fake, It holds the royal seals of orthodox majority, Silly jokes, loud laughters, On the contrary, righteousness stands in front of judges, Judges of this fake cruel world, Where truth hangs till death, Whose soul goes to heaven, But what will be here's judgement?, Judgement is coming, And it's coming real sooneth, Ones who pointed fingers, Will cry in corner alone, Ones who ...

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.