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A Seeker

If you’re reading this it means I might be dead, 

Was I out or laying in my bed, 

Life flashing in front of my eyes, 

All the things unsaid, 

Did I die of natural causes, 

Or killed by a fed, 

Soul is leaving my body, 

A glooming dread, 

Taking my time, 

To think about my crime, 

The past caught up to me, 

So I am looking ahead, 

All the mysteries revealed, 

I surrender and yield, 

Should I be feeling regret instead, 

But there is no remorse in me, 

Broken shackles, now I am free, 

To be, to see, to flee, 

To blink, to think, of thee, 

Marvel at her sight, 

So ravishing, her majesty, 

These songs I sing, 

Often of love, 

Sometimes of theory of string, 

This universe in the multiverse, 

Mind singing, captured in verse, 

The dimensions are thirteen, 

The ever learning observer so keen, 

The possibilities are infinite, 

Expanding every second in every minute, 

Surrounded by darkness of space, 

Don’t be shy, do not hide your face, 

But there is also light, 

Nebulas and Quasars and Polaris in sight, 

Spinning at a magical pace,

The mega clusters of galaxies in a race, 

Sucked into black holes, and spit out of white holes, 

Meeting some aliens and asked them their life goals,

No languages needed,

Threats from extra terrestrial unheeded,

Communicating through our minds,

When one seeks something, he always finds,

So I am an observer, a seeker,

A wanderer, a secret keeper,

A dying man, on pale blue dot,

Or a memory, in someone’s thought. 

Mind Singing: A unique sickness

I am just so sick and tired,
Of being always inspired,  

By all these goals,
Filling these holes,  

In my life and in my heart,
I just want to leave all behind to depart,  

And to go to a new land,
A meadow land, not a shadow land,  

But when will my adventure start,
Sitting here throwing the dart,  

When it never lands in the middle,
Life is not a question but a riddle,  

Whenever I am alone,  my mind races,
It paces,  it faces,  it chases,  

The answers, the dreams,
The agony, the screams,  

My infinite thoughts in an infinite universe,
The universe? No,  it’s a multiverse,  

From the smallest atomic particle to galaxies it goes,
My wandering mind never slows,
Everything is in constant motion it shows,
Expanding towards something or someone, no one knows,  

The questions of life, about life, the histories,
All these interesting, fascinating mysteries,  

Every choice creates a world parallel and new,
Talked by many but understood by few,  

I am a tiny speck of star dust in the grand scheme of things,
But my thoughts are infinite when my minds singing begins.