Seeker Poet

Streets are empty, when you're home. A simple line but a lot to think about. Home's a place where your heart and life exists. A place for where you live and for which you can die for. A place for which you think when you're away. After all, home is home. On the other side of window lies the unknown, Street. Streets from where life is learned, from where necessities are earned. Streets which attracts us for 'more'. Street's the place that makes you or breaks you. It teaches us how to learn, how to earn, how to walk, how to talk. Street is the arena where you perform to run your 'Home'. Now as we know the difference between home and street, it's time to watch behind the curtain. There's a deep interconnection as well as opposition between these two. Home is important because it's home while street is important to run it. Both are depended on each other but both need more from us than we give to other. Streets give charm, home gives peace. T...

Always again in the lost and present, in the gone and awaiting, we love. As many times we loose or we go away from love, we do return always. We accept it sometimes, sometimes we refuse it; assuming it's not love. We judge. Being a man in the court, we try to seem honest and wise and judge. See in the mirror and ask yourself are you really capable of judging the things happening in your life?     Life ain't that complex. It's always straight and simple. But we feel we really need to push, we are never satisfied with what we see and hear. We stay lazy and ignorant and want to go beyond. We should seek instead. By seeing what's in front of us, by listening what we hear.     Don't loose it yet. The hold of what you had, the urge for what you want. Love comes to us, never let go of it. Thoughts and facts may seem to reflect back nothing. But love is something which has no image. It needs no reflection, it needs no voice. It is always there. Unheard, unseen. Hold the ...