I believe He is there, keeps on sending constant strength and energy for everyone. Now it is upto us, how we decipher. Some say they are born believer and some say they are non-believer, but does it really matter? God is like Oxygen, you can’t see Him, but you can’t live without Him.
My name suggests the meaning, ‘Seeker of God’, and for me, He is the best listener, healer and comforter. He who kneels before God, can stand before anyone. Today on poetic Friday, serving you my poem, SEEKER.
I sometimes forget to walk,
Standing in the hollow shade, I only talk,
Words melt like the broken pieces of the prison lock,
But I can’t hear them, to my utter shock.
Rain pours with full intensity, making me drench,
I try to recall, what should be my strength,
Somehow I drag myself to the nearest bench,
I forgot to walk, does it make any sense?
Stretching my arms, staring like an insane,
But who will come to me in this heavy rain?
I again use my unheard words, but in vain,
Deep inside something pricks, maybe it’s pain.
Scared of thundering, shivering with fear,
I scream, you are watching, but why don’t you hear,
Get up, don’t drag, walk straight and come near,
You said this firmly, I doubt do you really care?
My ears can’t hear, and now I have lost my voice,
Inside me echoes, the harsh drum and unbearable noice,
You, I want only you, I can’t think of any other choice,
The wavelength between us is the perfect poise.
Hold my hand, be my ultimate guide,
Walk with me in this rain, side by side,
Let me speak only about you, day and night,
Let your flame shine within me, O divine light !!