I am a Guest in my own house

Stranger in my own memories

I give shoulder to my own funeral

Fire to my own pyre

My Consciousness is my own enemy

It treats me as a nemesis

Ever encumbered under the clarity of reality

I steadily stumble

I am used to sleeping with open eyes

And awake with them being closed

I try to stop the flow of thoughts

But isn’t it a thought itself

The consciousness is irrelinquishable

Till death it will persist

Wherever the eternal soul goes

These gazing eyes exist

PS: wrote this one quite sometime ago never really posted it though

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