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 ...

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.