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...

The light is The One, The One is The light, Chase it into sun, Chase it into night, The dark may be darker, But light comes in bright, Sky may look so beautiful, But pale without moonlight, Light is need of the wanderer, Near dawn, in middle of the night, To go beyond into unknown, To fly free reckless flight, The Sun do sets on horizon, But light do stays beside, To guide you keep on going, In this languid ferocious ride.

Past is gone, Have no regrets, Tomorrow's unknown, Not to worry, not to guess. Go free and passionate, Into the moment amazed, Door to door, Into a dreamy haze.

Night wrapped in shadow of stars, Reflecting back in the eyes of seeker, That wanders to take home: unknown, In hope of best, trying again and again, Days pass by, nights follow repeatedly, Bringing moments of dead silence, Often readable, often not, Like verses written in ancient language, Each night needs the reason, Of why dreams come, why nightmares knock, Why life goes stranded, How tangles get resolved in a moment, Am 'i' the reason for all of these occurences? Or 'I' am the medium to traverse? I seem like a hole in the door, Through which light passes to illuminate, Answers i get, questions still surround me, I go through head high, sometimes it's hard to crawl in, Doubts and regrets, i try to rid of, Being in the shallows, i still dare to breath.

The moment that our life beholds from the time of our birth till the end of our lives. We know nothing about it as long as we don't know about anything else. But the irony follows in time when we are concerned about everything but we don't pay focus on the precious gift known as 'Moment'.                        Sooner in life we start to know about something which doesn't even exist in the current spin of life. It's future. We plan for it. We assume. Often we assume it in accord to the fake illusion set up in our mind. But that illusion do get hurt; everytime, until we realize the worth of the moment.                                                           The only illusions that exist are not only the ones regarding future. Many are the ghosts from the past, which did existed eve...