Seeker Poet

It seems like sun and moons are gone, Clouds seem to have swallowed them, They are there, far there than our reach, Superficial things sometimes seem real, Fear that ain't a moment old, Seems like the mountain of centuries, Like the floods and earthquakes that may end us, The illusions so weak made giants and demons, A dense bunch of beautiful bright cloud, Stood there in between the dark companions, With light being showered from above, Came to a soul that sought the guidance, The soul that's brave enough, But lies in the body that feeds on mind, The eyes that see, the ears that do hear, But mind veils the truth seeking soul, Alas we don't do unveil the reality, We build castles on smoke, hide us in dark, When the sun outshines outside, We turn our heads in, into the abyss of fog, Don't believe me, believe your ownself, See within, widen your eyes to see, See what lies hidden in open, What lies within unseen.

It's quite interesting and serious how we remember and recall what we listen, but how easily we forget what we said. We count other peoples words, but we don't pay much importance to our yellings.                              Let me get it to you a little simple. Imagine somehow you got involved into a verbal spat with someone. You'll notice that a quarrel begins often with 'what you said'. And as we are one side of the argument then often we are also the one who claims 'what you said'.                       Do you recall how many times were you the one who stopped the argument or surrendered after crossing the limit of your tongue? Never or countable on fingers. Now recall how many times were you the one who pointed fingers on the other person for what he or she said instead of thinking about what you were yelling? I hope now you got the point.   ...