Consciousness Poem by Mayank Rajput

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