Seeker Poet

Cut the rope behind For if stays a path to return The heart will breath on chance of survival For if choice isn't only upwards The mind will insist to turn back For the path ahead hides the mountaintop Which leads to view; that strecthes unthought For the feet will find the new path to tread Leave no choice to turn back to ground For if their exists a trail of tears Feet won't mind to follow it again For if you wish to see tomorrow outshine Cut the rope behind. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poems)

Leaving moon at the shore Cloudy wave returned back home Into the slate colored wide universe Plain as washed up after evening Stood here 'I' as messy as a garbage bin Full of uncountable variety of trashes Finding myself so unlikeable That it doesn't seems like home within But so far in the depth of this blackness There breathes a memory of a promise Not to anybody in flesh and soul But to me and my very own To stay alive until the end arrives Not to die while a single breath suffice To see everything that lays affront Neither turning nor covering my eyes. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poem)

What if chords are broken And the arms are free? I will loosen my body I will run to the field I'll dive into ocean When i don't know how to swim I'll fly through the sky When i don't have any wings I won't crawl back ever For the ground i will tread I'll sow my own seeds Than to feed on their bread For i break these chains That strangle my feet I'll run to horizon Till the far ends meet. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poem)

Sitting by the iron window Listening to the rattling rails Staring at the flat side mountains I recall when i was young and bare There stood no meanings no reasons Heart needed only childish explanations Where future was just a night away I miss when i was young and bare I slept there with hugs and kisses Where tears flowed until fingers touched I only loved but never hated I smiled when i was young and bare A million moments away from time Standing here in a different rhyme Staring back at the treasure where I lived when i was young and bare. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poetry)

We wish to fly We stand to die When tried a little We reach to cry We ask for rain With a stare at sky We stumble and fall When move the eye We claim the truth Beneath the sky In crowd and heart We dress it a lie We pledge loyalty Not giving a sigh And leave forever In a moment's try. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Evening starts to take in the day Pelicans start to settle aboard Going scattered along the blues Eagles widen wings till home Reaching down to new mistakes Strangling wings in own disgrace Tearful blood do they bleed Wounds invisible that don't exist Seeing peace in far distance Holding back to what remains Grown on wall is blood soaked vine Scratched up by the ravaged nails © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

The last kite in the distance Floats up in fade pink skies Stays flying up after the sunset When rest have loosen ties I stare up into the midway In gap of me and sky Flying and roaming are many When all I seek is Thy I breath in trembling breeze From my standby tired scar Settled in trailing whispers I look up to play my guitar The time is fading faster As the sun has left too soon The night is ready to enter As i am ready to let in the moon. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Rays coming from beneath A dense cloud spread around corners Brings to thought what it seems Peeking out of a bunch through sharp aperture Being a thread of life's wheel Spinning high slept and awake Rubbed over the gravel scratched Bent and straightened time to time With a stare at alluring horizon Feet deep in morass of past Washed in mistakes from tip to toe Seeking light in dark edge of ignorance Rugged in thoughts and look at surface Stumbling over uncertain conclusions Riding along wind to the end Scattered-content turn by turn. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

It's a story about a jackal and a kingdom. About the kingdom which was reigned by a dynasty to which people gained distrust, like their forefathers did in their past. So they brought an idea. They chose a jackal in good health and good howl. They elected him to reign the throne, in an attempt to try something from the streets to rid the era of being governed by long reigning corrupt dynasty. After a huge support and great victory, the jackal got up to the throne as king. He behaved likewise for a little time, but then he started to do what a jackal is habitual to do. He brought with him many other stray jackals and gave to them high ranks. With time he kept serving those who stood by him in his journey to the throne. Things went on like this. People were happy with their Jackal king. Though people witnessed it many times that their king is not behaving upto his image in public and is bringing shame to kingdom, but as they were the ones who chose him, nobody pointed a finger on

A bright white peacock in sky's realm Flying right in middle of space at distance Studded with stars at end of feathers Like threads of light floating aboard wind Twinkling diamonds in midnight ocean Adorned with light through invisible strings Shining in middle of the sapphire hourglass Covers my eyes with fog of illusion Gulped willfully at soul's consent Roaming the garden of clouds and stars Embracing the light of half ate melon Bare eyes stare the scattered stars Peacock of the night rests far in the sky To crawl through the dark into moonlight salvation Comes to sight The Triangles of Light From a point in space to My Starlit Expedition. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

As the sun kept burning high atop There stood no cloud, no star in sky Here Gray winged pigeons kept shedding water Under waterfall above the concrete ground Here laid an ocean for them to swim Under blistering heat of aftershot gun Which burned the feathers up to the bones Which made nights feared of entering sun Bathing and dancing until the time Embracing freedom from thoughts of encounters Absorbing the belief that time does comes When a moment purifies the stains of a life Here's a realm amidst silent contemplation Where neither thoughts nor senses bother Where flight is set to the unknown destination Where eyes hear the unseen voices. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

For the past more than one year, i am very proud of the shame that 'We all' as Indians are facing. Till now it was only a matter for so called 'Minority radicals' across the country but today i am glad to know that what was expected didn't proved to be wrong. The latest International Report of Religious Freedom condemned India for the ugly, orthodox and cheap politics on religious terms. People aren't safer than animals for the time has given chance to peace-destroyers to brag and boast hatred in the name of love for The Safety of Religion... Till now many things have happened that shouldn't be accepted for the sake of humanity but yet people are blinded in the illusion of "The Fantasy of Good Days". The religious massacre started off with the killing of a man, who was beaten to death at his house in Dadri because some radical people announced from a temple that he slaughtered a cow in his house. In response to this wickedness, literary artist

I promised a star tonight I'll meet you Other Side On the other Cheek of Earth Under Grace of God divine I'll tread and roam beyond On the oceanic desert bliss Over barren-greener ground Over man-made border stitch 'I' being a feather aboard Float right above the seam With eyes to halts of time Frozen in my molten being As i wait along the journey Changing shapes and face of mine I'll chase the fading silhouette To meet you Other Side. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Title: Ascension Stretching arms far out From a cave under moonlight Leaping hundred failure stories Walking a million mile ride Ignoring thorny painful blisters Healed of morning dew drops Listening whistling cold winds Wrapped in night's cold fog Sleeping under rattling leaves Listening language of unheard voices Swimming breeze of unseen lands Free of all what 'I' comprises To pull it back till the sails are cast From the small keyhole to the sky so vast. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Expecting a real 'Me' Playing role of pretention Trying as hard to fail Having soul motive to win Grazing poison and the dead Staring roses for a moment Losing sight to an illusion Standing muffled at doorstep Blessed and graced alive Gifted another million chances Asking glittery thorn chains Instead walk at freedom deck Going over and over again From pleasure till the pain Scrambling real for the vain From beginning till the end. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

It's a need to believe It's a need to widen eyes The sun will come up It's a need to open windows Rays are there at the groundsill Waiting for an open heart One who seeks arriving blue Over Dark Blue Star Sheet Sprayed of white cloud ribbon Brightening canvas from shore till horizon Lightning Soul and veins, Eyes Of the sleepless wanderer One Who awaits the breeze Seeking skies from night till dawn To the day that'll shine over again To the moment when soul rids pain To realize the presence of light To convey the urge of lost hope Seeking wide eyed 'The Hope' Gazing eye to eye the morning star.... © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

We are alike nothing Being Nothing A point in universe A stature occupying space in motion Surfaced from nothingness to existence Trailing shadow here and there A piece of flesh breathed life Allotted space and dime as much deserved Grazing over the green course gracefully Digging canals to eat shiny flesh Unaware of the appointed term When the rain will either free the soul Or the sun will gift the blisters invited When we'll unite with essence of our reality Travelling the course from nothingness to home. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

For every sunset There's a morning star For every twilight There's pervading blue For every night gone There's a day at par When dawn climbs in The night bids adieu Enlightening miracle Stands never afar When dark walks away The day's all new The night has passed Remains the scar Wash up your past With Sunshine dew. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

To be seen by the walls To be heard by the doors Feared of unknown visitor Wasting day that's last Stealing eyes from our own's Placing fear most high Pushing conscious kneel down To the fake clown invisible Seeing giant dark silhouette Never facing eye to eye In love of a dream Wandering dreary illusion Driving way too fast Coffin dead breathing doubt Cages Soul's awakening Hinders Joy accrued Walking dead in life Crawling out feared within Cracking joke on ourselves Feared of Self-made beast. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Have you ever thought about The other side of sun The space surrounding the stars and moon The stretch of soil and water abase Lying beneath our delights and amusements Beneath the sky with clouds hanging Travelling the course from exitence to transformation I hope you wonder about it Or else we are all The "crawling on wheels" "Dreaming of heaven" race No different being immensely unique Embarrassed of matters Shy of issues To speak out what we believe To let open what we hold Until we are welcomed to a stage To speak nothing but transformed non-sense Changed in course of human consciousness To invite appraise of fakeness adorned To wear off reality embedded strong I hope you wonder about it That we live beneath the canvas wide Blessed with the soul embraced To realize the value of a moment To value the worth of spoken syllables.... © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

We are the midnight wanderers Rattling in the streets and houses In search of desired disguises Looking through the ravaged faces To assume the tears as laughter To think of 'bought' as possession Scratching the face of mirror To see the awaited reflection We dance in the scorching lights Holding our truth inside To mould what we want to appear To impress the world beside We seek the acceptance Of the lie that delights and pleases We adorn an illsion To the reality that caresses and consoles We are the midnight wanderers Rattling in the streets and houses Holding back to whatever we lost Loosing again whatever we got. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Half sliced lemon With stars shining bright On a beach side night Under blues jazzy light Drums rattling feet Saxophone making plight Hold... and kiss me Darling,.. It's Friday night Seductive dilemma Keeps moment tight In an unknown moment A spark ignites When love embraces The warmth of sighs The morning recalls The love last night. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Tender dew on velvety green leaves Fly in the trance of thier own Languid in their dance on resting wind Under the Sun after fall Reflected upon Water puddles Lead me to a twenty four feet walk Beneath Sun shining high Lightning my veins and skin Walking right beside me On the water filled concrete gaps Enjoining everything in perfect Joy Festival of rain and shine Festival of Green ornaments born again Living the Spirit of Nirvana Fading from Droplets to Nothing. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Don't let any voice interrupt The rhythm that flows ceaselessly The stream of everlasting Passion Soul's attire in world's distraction Being God's blessed instrument It leads us beyond huge distortions It speaks to us in Warfield screams Whispers silently fascinating lullabies Leads us through feared of dungeons Walks along the silent expeditions Splashes eyes to guard the night Takes us awake to Salvation Realizing destined destination Glowing along the journey of life Shines 'The everlasting light of Passion'. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I wish that i can rise up high Right from where i stand amaze So i can gaze up straight to the west So i can look up back to the east That i may look beyond the city Beyond the towers and walls upright To every valley that I've dreamt awake To every stepping stone that patiently wait To have no thoughts in the haven of silence Where flapping wind; strokes the soul Where eyes just follow; a divinal trail Where no dream has ever; waste to frail There i want to fly in solitude high Free on ground, soaring the sky. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I don't know how to appreciate beauty at best I know only one thing That when i look into your eyes There's nothing like good and evil There's nothing like truth and lie Nothing like space and time Everything in a perfect rhyme There i find myself Like i am in front of the sky And there's everything But the feel of divine All around the existence There i lead without myself Into the deep coal eyes of yours There i give away all my thoughts All my possessions Beyond the scales can weigh I enjoin the joy of being Without holding back Or giving away anything Just being in love Being the love myself In the dance of never tomorrow Unworried until eternity. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Feather of a cloudy raven Shining far from the shiny gold Aligned to it every moment gracefully Patiently shifting to red gold Evolving in it's love That follows motion ceaselessly In a trance of beating heart and floating eyes Rejoice to a soul Enjoying The Uprising To the soothing betterment Layer by layer to the salvation Where soul glides without chains Floats it's feathers on the wind unconsciously Apart from the consciousness interruptive Beyond the judgements and reasonings Where words ain't requirement for affirmation There silence holds tenderly the faith There feather floats the breezy ocean Breathing the mystic seclusion. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

The last evening it started The show of need and ends Starting with an amusing parrot's arrival At the hole in The wall The hole that seemed refuge Though it was home of another flyer Still parrot started tearing out nest Half until a maroon glittery lace As the dark was approaching And the need was foremost Parrot kept going cruel brutally Leaving all of a sudden It flown away without a regret easily Leaving sparkled lace flowing half hanged A beloved attraction of a ravaged home Flying from the evening to silent night Reaching dawn of the next light Where sun was shining louder in high noon There a body kept hanging From the top to the middle of the rest Strangled head in the lost kite's thread The wall dried of it's breath Pushed sight away to dead honeybee laying Showing the end of a delusioned journey Cruelty and innocence listen to Requiem playing Where need pushes soul to tear apart homes Where an end can't be delayed even a momen

In materialistic love we have fallen in Revolving our heads in endless suffering The greed of better than better The lust of a little more than reality Unsatisfied of the soothing whispers Praying for the insane screamings Hindering green patches of grass Where grasslands have taken birth In the heart of barren dump lands Where greedy finds no benefit of sort Lives within a carved colorful concrete coffin Delusioned of a disguise reflected by mirror Thinks himself a king, being lost Lost in the love that fades away Fades away sooner than the materials On the shiny hourglass of time Of whose love is producing sinners That fades easily in the dusty sandstorms Where time stands but no instruments Where the Colosseum builders sink Here grasslands live eternally. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Feet will fall in At the footmarks invisible Unseen but existing On the destiny's blueprint Which leads step by step Divided in fragments of space and time Where moment by moment plan seems impossible Whole universe is set in randomness Where galaxies exist in sensible composition Where Everything's meaning is describable We think in accord to limited consciousnesses While universe acts beyond the abundance We flow in a stream assuming 'in command' Where meaning of responsibility Is still a subject of perspective We crawl the land like the ancients of past Still repeating mischiefs and mistakes Assuming we are going to last How long do you think we would've survived If we were in reality the masters of our fate? Our judgment stands on blind apperance Our decisions result of deaf hearing We walk the earth in the pride of ignorance On the footmarks of destiny that lead ahead. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Three fishes swim Over the pearl shining beneath In the inverted glass manner On the earth i was standing down Where the whistling sound surrounded Jingling of steel pipes Moon pasted on the blue sheet Spread from one corner to another Stars hanging in between Through the wire of freedom Where obedience is not a boundation Where freedom doesn't mean transgressing vows In a moment where present is yesterday In a lifetime where tomorrow is unreached They tread predestined path Unworried, unhurried, Hanging unconscious in a gleamy trance Wisely known of the truth That it ain't about plans or resolutions It's all about Journeys and Horizons. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

The sunlight paint At an evening hour Reflects desire of the heart On the Canvas Blue Like a torch hidden Behind the earth's silhouette Scattering the glow On the grey fog plain The paint which fades As the orange shine settles To light the other side To let the moonlight shine The stars guard alert To guide lost and wanderer To bring back home Who got late to leave The balance of distinction Seems everyday's routine Being a plan of the spin A Reason unseen. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

As the moon was shining vibrant In a rainy day's night Clouds came calmly With their soft cotton candy embrace And laced it over face of the moon So that it may don't awake From the dream in which it shines Forever with change When it keeps living it again and again Starting from the beginning Young with sharp sides To the Real pearl shape All after a journey Of days repeatedly occuring Giving a lesson; For sun and moon hold signs for us That it's the way of life To light, to fade away But the soul's karma Is to live it all alive Again and again To feel the Joy of completion After starting from a sharp edge To the Circle that is content Of Light, Of Salvation. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

When we see both tears and smiles Events are confusing in contrast Where there's a light There's a dark shading everyone Where moon's light is veiled Floating clouds are sending intuition That light may get out of sight But they will fade away There'll be a endless night But day will find it's way The next moment reveals what We don't have glimpse of that sight It's an open eyed dream That may bring fair tides along That may bring dark storms along Just keep the eyes open With the doors of mind locked To see what comes tomorrow Bewildered in curiosity today. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

How nostalgic is the moment When a long gone memory Reflects in the rearview mirror In the form of an image Faded like the place itself Whose remembrance was unimagined A thought not even sensed Of place where my childhood smiled The field where my heart born The place where no one interfered The haven safe of trouble and storm Now it's just a memory foregone With it's blue paint lost And it's walls along But i have it within now By destiny's recall That I'll hold the image within Beyond thoughts and explanations In this moment lost in blue The remnants of my past The sandgrains bidding adieu. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Colors were all there On my face painted Of their desires Of their expectations Of how they want to see Of how they want me to be They need me to smile When they have me for a while They need me to cry When they loose the hope to try They want my reality veiled They know me but still concealed Behind two fake faces of mine There's one that i don't reveal I am stitching my heart well open It's something that you can't steal You may cover my being You may claim me three faced But do you ever think of yourself On which ground your life is based? Never mind the story Of whether i am real or fake Behind this heart and the faces There's a truth that you can't take. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 Image Copyright © Google Images

The sound first got my eye Of the languid crash Of an idle stream That aroused in a downfall From the dreadful height On the chest armored of stones Of the earth that awaits Spring of the waterfall; Of the muddy little streams Uniting to turn into a watery havoc Sliding way down To the salvation of miles long journey Being the path Being the treader itself Rising beyond the fall Transferring It's soul to the next In the form of a curtain Of altogether drops and Afterlife Absorbing the wind that blows To the wings of the bird To the heart that feels That flies to the peace Floating on the kiss of droplets. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

At the dawn of this new world I encountered a new truth That with the change of millennia Perceptions are also changed When i used to look in the mirror I saw a roaring lion With heavy hairs on my neck With my arms thick of velvety flesh But as i woke up today In the fierce motorcar world I saw my past look diminished What my mind desired Is an updated piece of mechanics Which eats no food Has no thirst for water But loves to live on electricity Needs nothing but sex and liquor It needs no feeling To glance at high rise towers It needs merely 'Fuel' To fiercely cross one another I saw it with grudge Until the time i realized It's Me who's been reflected With no heart and no eyes We are that piece of tin That we still use to call a man Whose hearts are brown of rust Would you like to turn back again? © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 Image credit © Sarina J: https://plus.google.com/112974816844692092663

Mermaids, centaurs and unicorns Far away from this world I want to see them in real Once before i awake So i can see what it feels like To be in a dream Instead of the reality That's a nightmare I am tired of smelling blood When i go out seeking flowers I am tedious of insomniac nights When i don't see dreams at all I am tired of awaiting answers When the questions remain unheard I am tired of being cautious When i want to be just real I've chosen the path of patience God, help me before i break Mermaids, centaurs and unicorns I want to see before i awake. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

You were here with me When i was here all alone In the midst of surprises When you decided to go home It was destiny's role So i can't go against But it hurts too deep That you didn't choose my name I can survive If you can come tonight But the truth is harsh That you won't even try I know that you love me But you love them more For them i took the arrow To which i didn't belonged The past has long gone But the memories remain The tomorrow is awaiting So I'll hope the same I've walked till now On this thorn studded mile If you wish from me I will still fake a smile I'll wait for you dearest Till your heart's fog clears But I can't stop myself From sketching my tears. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Move on How easy it is To say these two words To leave behind What you've collected for so long Gifts, letters, tears, scars To let go the memories Of the moments that you lived Of ages that you died What if It's all you want to carry with you Wherever you go Like a pigeon Tied letter to it's feet Seeking for the address To whom it belongs What if that person Has left her home And took the pigeon's heart along It ain't no peace Until it finds her out And delivers the letter That reveals the truth That she already knows But won't broke out her chains Until she realizes it By her own No persuations will make her stay No poems will bring her back I am that pigeon flying Speechlessly high Waiting for the moment When the maker of my heart Will fulfill it's true demand If he feels purity in it Or I'll keep flying Staring at the moon to be reached. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I've walked this path for so long That my feet are bruised Of the stones I've met They have carved my skin And marked my bones So when i put my shoes off I see where I've been I remember the friends that accompanied I recall how the betrayals came up I recall how the weather changed I need no friends now I need no company I wish to go isolated In reality away from enemy I've seen there truth I've felt that insanity They all try to act different But at the end there's no disparity I've walked this path for so long That i realized that it's the only way If you see the real face If you dare to look what the mirror reveals So i wear these shoes every morning To hide my bruises and carved skin To go along the path once again Until i have it all along To go into the undeclared isolation. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I've been standing firm Weak on my perception That I won't give up ever That I won't give up on myself But how fool i was To think that 'I' existed When the only nonexistent Is 'I' So i am here to tell it clear To me and you wherever we are That i am giving up at last Giving up once and for all On the foolishness of my being On my cleverness On my misconception of 'I' I will go where i am guided Unknown of the plans Where 'The real plan' takes me The plan of The One The One Ilah Of Blessed Muhammad Of Blessed Jesus Noah, Moses and Adam Who guided David Jacob, Joseph, Abraham Ishmael, Jonah, Solomon, I will reach where i am destined to Not foolishly pretending Who i am not I'll glide wind to wind Into the next Moment by moment With Faith and Hope In the Only existence In the name of God The One Ilah of Me and You. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Passing nights Without the stars Without the sleep This is going For so long How long can i keep? Dreadful is silence The one which often Relieves Am caught In mess of my head More than anyone believes. I know that There's a hand One and only That can heal From whom Nothing is hidden From whom Nothing i can conceal Been too long For now I need to get back deep I am passing nights In dark Am wandering Without stars and sleep.... © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

A second we call it What difference does it make? Ask it to someone Who lost something for it's price Ask it to someone Who missed an oppurtunity; In blink of an eye Ask it to someone Who lost their precious forever Ask it to someone Who can never live it same ever A second it is Which changes momentum of reality When it brings a reason to live Or gifts us pain of a lifetime It takes only a second To erase castles of centuries It's in the time of a second That dreams are build for eternity We may live a lifetime seeing thousand suns But it takes us a second to awake from a lifelong sleep. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 #leapsecond #utc

In the realm of silence I am surrounded By the screams within; Screams that whisper To the very edge of my existence Which arises the meloncholy To shatter the walls of calm Which stays here like it never left The shelter of my soul The place where i slept in peace; It has awakened me in between The middle of an unknown hour For which i have strength to face But my soul is lost in a maze; Maze that doesn't makes sense But keeps me involved In it's languid turns To keep me away From the path in sight; Path that's away just a single step Which leads to the place That I've already been through That is followed by The turns I've known since birth; Tragedy it is That I've lost my memory Of who i used to be When i was last time here; Once again i am waiting along The valley of thoughts To bring in the Silence To tread the path once again; Whether the next turn Brings the starting point again I have no plans to stop today I have deci

That branch laid there In front of my eyes Still green enough To be lead by the wind The only difference it had Was the place it lost For which it was made For which it was born It belonged to the tree Still standing tall and high Watching it down Estranged of it's arm Wind brought it down That led it till today Irony it is That what feeds ground Also thrashes home Now the green ornament Is lying there naked On the Wet Ground That's Content Of the homecoming But sad of the reality Which made a life Await it's end To fade in it's demolishment Buried above the ground. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

We curse the flight, When we are on ground, We laugh at their life, When no death's around, We blame the light, When we choose dark, When we loose it bright, We blame the lark, We need them closer, We also need space, We 'wish' to be Wiser, We cheat to win race, We are We, Proud Human, Kings, Slaves, Man and Woman. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

An unnoticed look She had in her eyes When she was surrounded By colours Smiles and chatters all around Some were joking While some were gazing Some were thirsty While some were embracing No one was friend In those sparkling lights Everyone cared for 'I' To be someone talked about To steal an eye of every passerby She stood there waiting For the eyes that seek her Not the eyes that Search through faces And pick up the one To dress and showcase, She wore a smile With a thought realized That in this marketplace of pride There are eyes to seek There's desire to follow Everybody's dressed too heavy But deep inside They are hollow She stood there waiting She's waiting there still Dressed in dignity Refused to compromise To wait for the eternity Then to bring close: the end. © Mohammad Shahnawaz Image By: Mistilav Pavlov

Wide ocean awaits, For her to come and explore, But she stays behind the door, For the promises she made, To stay under the bounds, To never cross the limits, To stare at the sky on earth, Never ceasing the line drawn, Here in mystic journey of life, Which holds heart opening treasures, She stays behind the door, Door which unveils the truth of nature, Freedom, Which breaks the chains of being, Which erases the rules unreadable, All it needs is the strength to stand, Strength to oppose the said, Strength to say the unsaid, It needs a push, To open the door, The door beyond which, Endless sea awaits, Where seagulls fly aimlessly, Waves flow where wind takes them, She has sensed it, The call of freedom, The scent of the sea breeze, She's there to go through, But she haven't yet realised, There exists no door in between, But the door of her own mind, When She'll know, She'll translate the destined, The future into the endless sea, With vo

Old Twisted branches, Flying ash flakes, I chose them, For my eyes to follow, At this place, With everything and nothing, I stand where wind blows and words fly, Dare to see continuously the sun, In eyes of the faces and places forbidden, Don't follow it known of nothing, Don't just go through just because it's said to do, If it's there all dusty, it's meant to be seen, Better see it today, What may be sticked to face tomorrow, See whatever passes listen to what it says, Go beyond into unseen unknown, Watching Old twisted branches, Flying ash flakes. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Kill the guardian, Kill the slave, They both are in me, Alive and healthy, Been there from my birth, Residing in my conscience, Scratching my flesh from within, Who are they? Don't you know?, They are within me, Within all of you, It's our 'Mind', A guardian veiled, Acts a mentor, Imitates a guide, But clever it is to gift us enslavement, It never orders to kneel, It befriends us, Stabs us in the back, Makes us judgemental of everything, Being a slave we asks it's advice, We answer to it, to demons of thoughts, How foolish we are To give shelter to an enemy, A wolf disguised as lamb, Who are we responding to?, None but a smoke illusion, That exists on nowhere plain, An enemy so strong, Nonexistent self made monster. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

It's not rain, It's a salvation, The mercy from divine, As the raindrops rendezvous the hot earth, It whispers the sighs of the wanting and patience, Which meets my thirsty soul, Restless to have a feast of joy, My eager eyes, Which have been seeking relief, My ears awaited a million years, To hear heavy raindrops falling down, Matching the beats of my within, It's my return to life after eternal death, A chance in middle of the desert, To quench the thirst of my eyes, To wash away the tiredness of long voyage, It's the mercy of the lord, Salvation of my existence. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I don't know, Whether it's typical or a shame, I don't recall who i used to be, Back in the time when i was someone else, Someone not caring what the world says, On the other side, ignorant in an illusion, Got served to the demonic wishes of 'World', Love it was that brought my heart poured out, On the verge of today, I am here walking alone, A changed Me, Not like the one i used to be, That was soul's face surfaced, But even if that was real, That Me has passed away, Today here i stand alone, With love within, beloved afar, Here i am treading the path lone, I don't recall who i used to be. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Here we stand, knees deep in fire, Weeping, cursing, hurted along, In middle of the Yellow disaster, Forgotten for what we left home, Hands waving from here till horizon, Not a single to help, all to unravel our soul, Death just waiting for us to somehow give up, Life's pointing to graves and prisons, We all hardly dare to know the truth, That we don't know what may happen tomorrow, In between this aging turmoil, We all Dream The Impossible Dream. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

An irresistible fatigue comes up again and again, before the end of the day till the beginning of the dawn. Surpassing it is the greatest delight, because when it ends, i meet myself. Face of my soul, Not the eyes i wear, Not the lips i smile with. I swim languidly enjoying each and every sight, listening to all the chirps dissolved in the wind. I fly aimlessly in the far end sky, with the soul-intention of going beyond everywhere i pass. It's the time when i don't belong to the chains and prisons, it's the time when i stay in the refuge that can't be pierced. I fly and fly and swim in the universe, unknown into the uncertain. But as there's a beginning, there's an end, Similarly, As there's a journey there's also a bend. I fly into the unknown until i sense the fright, the fright sown by myself, in the garden of mind. The garden that turned into a demon, Comes home without invitation, It serves doubts and regrets, fear

At the usual time Of the midnight hour, When Zephyrus gave company And played me the lyre, I felt there silence Where I've been for long, Where screams accompanied Of the fake illusion thoughts, It's time when i feel the touch; The direction where anemoi flows, Earlier what i felt as a stream Of a hot wave or a chilling breeze, It's time when i am right here Sitting in the hallway of universe, Where i don't go out of me To bring in what's not mine, I am here in reality once again Where it leads and exists, Listening to the Zephyrus' lyre Rattling the leaves tenderly. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I've been waiting for long, To spray the paint of my words, On the canvas that doesn't replies, But do reflect what my eyes can't, I've been here, In these moonlit nights I've been here when the stars don't stare, I've fallen here, in the midst of shame, I've ran to the saddle, blaming everyone here, I've been walking alone for eternal nights, When the Moon's not here, Sun's due for tomorrow, The hopes still here, upset yet breathing, Courage crushed in the corner, yet alive, Every now and then, a thought walks in, Becomes a giant, fed by ignorance of mine, I do remember, the battle of last voyage, When i killed these giants, brave and bold, Now as they are back in town, I am paying the fine to let them in, I am staring the lost castle from beneath, In pain watching what i lost, what i had, I am in the illusion, with my sword pulled out, Learned but fool, fighting thoughts that ain't real, I am lost in th

Tired of searching reasons, Of why i am here and there, Time's fading away like seasons, It seems like, it needs care, I wish to go along unconscious, Or go in a mystic high, I wish to go a bit reckless, To live like never meant to die, I wish to see those mountains, To seek the distant lands, To drink from all those fountains, To quench my thirsty glands, The fire's burning still, Although it's been ash bound, It's time that fear faces kill, It's time to take the ground. Silence has taken the hold, Unlike one with calm and peace, Have to write a rhythm in bold, To go through the valley with ease. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

You have to know me well, You have to know me fine, You have to tell me then, How well you understand, Of how the sun goes down, Of how you feel me bound, Of how you see me through, When i fell on the ground, I am so insecure, In all these days and nights, When i see 'me' no more, In all these ugly fights, I see the bluer sky, I see the darkest clouds, I have these ears and eyes, Still i have unknown doubts, In all this mist and fog, In all this dark and shine, You have to know me well, You have to know me fine. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

How easily i forget, How easily i lose the sight, Of how i got into shade, Of how i got my sweat dried, When i stood up high, Known of what may come, I chose it for myself, To stay under the midday sun, The sun got closer, To test my valor and will, Blinding eyes to the wall, Blood sweating from within, I stood there blind, Weak to look into it's eyes, Somehow i survived, To see that a blessing has arrived, A cloud came in, Bringing peace and joy with itself, A shade so relieving, So calm that i was out of myself, I roamed in the shade, Of blessing and peace, I hold my head high, To see, sun is close to release, I came back in, In the shade of the wall, The sun came back again, Much more sharper, much more tall, When i crawled back in, About blessing i realized, How easily i forget, How easily i lose it's sight. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Reasons to live, Reasons to die, Reasons to smile, Reasons to cry, Rain came down, From bright blue sky, When it turns real dark, Truth is hard to dress a lie, Love as a reason, Is joy and pleasure's ally, Love of a family, Is the treasure you can't deny, Life brings moments, When it's hard enough to clarify, To bring aboard the reason, To once again give a try, If all the reasons are over, It's still no time for goodbye, We can turn again to the beginning, To live after we have died.

The light is The One, The One is The light, Chase it into sun, Chase it into night, The dark may be darker, But light comes in bright, Sky may look so beautiful, But pale without moonlight, Light is need of the wanderer, Near dawn, in middle of the night, To go beyond into unknown, To fly free reckless flight, The Sun do sets on horizon, But light do stays beside, To guide you keep on going, In this languid ferocious ride.

We keep on riding down, Down the Nowhere Town, Languidly, into the next, Feared, imagining the best, Eagerly taking the turns, Hiding Ugly skin burns, Riding and Sailing, to land afar, To rid the stains, to rid the scar, Beneath the stars, we stand alone, To see the past, to see the gone, We Stood in silence, for million nights, In sleepless doubts, in ageless fights, People, Society, Race and Creed, Better not bothered, contagious disease, Rattling trains, working machines, No place for love, No place for dreams, Nowhere Town, On money it feeds, To trash it takes, to hell it leads.

Wild leaf now burns, Dreams bitter it turns, No space it leaves, Flowing rhythm it weaves, Sour mouth, Sparkling tongue, Dry throat, Soul's young, Eyes red, conscience high, Buzzing head, control die, On and on, nonexistent goes, Suddenly laughs, suddenly frowns, Harms no there, just go free, Go high and high, on the freedom tree, Ride the road, alive and brave, On whole new ride, both known and naive, Silent will, caged mind, Peace is the call, love and kind.

It's something that we don't understand, What we don't know we claim it a sin, A wrongdoing; if we are unable to do it, A mystic dancing in love of God, Seems transgressor to the Orthodox world, A poor little boy steals a bread to vanquish his hunger, World claims him a thief, We beat him until he dies or bleed, We don't push hard to feel a little further, Of why someone goes against the wind of the world, Why someone ain't comfortable being slave of majority, Skeptical place the earth is, Wrong things are allowed to do openly, Culture we follow, decency we fake, It holds the royal seals of orthodox majority, Silly jokes, loud laughters, On the contrary, righteousness stands in front of judges, Judges of this fake cruel world, Where truth hangs till death, Whose soul goes to heaven, But what will be here's judgement?, Judgement is coming, And it's coming real sooneth, Ones who pointed fingers, Will cry in corner alone, Ones who

Unload all your arms and ammunitions, Let go of your horse and army, Free your mind of all hatred and revenge, Wind blows here at home, Of yours, of your enemies, It's power and success, That has polluted the green field, That has made it abandoned land, Where life fears to breath in, The rotten bodies, dried blood, Rage makes it swift, The blood flowing in veins, It feels good and passionate, When wind dries the sweat, Battle shows courage, Being butcher shows bravery, Come home to life and humanity, Killing love is satan's slavery, Kingdoms will still exist, People will live in peace and calm, Even if the neighbour's much better, Love and peace will never cause any harm, It all got sense, Even you know it for sure, Love is what makes us smile, It's only feel; completely pure, I've said my thing, I've shown what i feel, I have done my work, Further it's your work to peel, The field is there awaiting, With sun shining ben

It shook me by surprise, The reason behind everything, That everything in life, Is farther than it appears, Moon and stars, Love in the heart, So close so far, It's life messy and bizarre, One moment it seems close, The next it's nowhere, It's our thoughts that cause this chaos, Where we stare and stay in the maze, Searching for answers, Thinking of something else, Seeing horizon in the distance, The desired valley where beauty dwells, But the truth has two sides, That's why it caused surprise, To see the gone, Await about to befall, The horizon in the distance, Is nothing but the reflection, Reflection of what's inside, The love, the desire, The soul which seems nowhere, Stays alive inside, Reflects what's in here, All around changing days and nights.

As i walked down the steeply overgrown bushes on a downhill mountain, Where i have been in dreams and nightmares, Fear still came raging in with no intention to give up, I went in to an open eyed trance to keep my nerve still, Still to all the promises made to self, I started into the night with trembling hands, The path got rugged with me sliding down, With gravity pulling me to bottom, My fears pushing from behind, To turn my beliefs into gravel and sand, The mountain started to conspire to test my will, Fears and worries were riding high against my desires to stay aboard, No courage remained in but a voice deep in the heart, Don't fall anyhow today, tomorrow holds a new expedition. I got through with a fear followed by shame, I know i didn't played my part, i got through it by Grace, Beyond the failure disguised as success, Awaiting with another chance to seek the voice of heart again and again. Until tomorrow arrives to see the glory of our life, Wh

Past is gone, Have no regrets, Tomorrow's unknown, Not to worry, not to guess. Go free and passionate, Into the moment amazed, Door to door, Into a dreamy haze.

Finally the moment arrived, One awaited for eternal long time, When all these times will end, That started in deep past forgotten, It started when i was young and free, It took me to heights of unknown trees, I followed the road in hope of beyond, I stumbled, i fallen to find out who's me, I have all these memories, The tears not forgotten, I won't lighten my backpack, Even if it outweighs my expedition, It holds the lessons, experiences all i had, The moments i lived, when i died long aback, I rose again by blessing, not by strength of mine, I live under the mercy, in the grace of one divine, It's late than the usual, i know but i'll carry on, To finish the undone, to get back the gone, I am here once again to the one last ride, A change that may change the spin of life.

When night awaits the wanderer to return, To the mirror surrounding from above and beneath, It peeks what he has returned with, A bread of satisfaction or an empty handed distraction, Heart of the restless goes silent, When the next moment stops to listen, To take a look how well he's prepared, To face the moment of the midnight confusion, It's answers one seeks for the questions unanswered, To have a torch of reason, to feed up conscience, To go on with ancient swords, Where bravery shines but thoughts fear to ignite, The path is same where everyone has walked, Each feet has fallen where it was destined to fall, Don't try to plan what's beyond our reach, Listen to the call of the silence that speaks, The midnight confusion is the game of thoughts, To overcome the fears or to die in doubt, Believe yourself with the faith in divine, Being a wanderer, facing days and nights.

Night wrapped in shadow of stars, Reflecting back in the eyes of seeker, That wanders to take home: unknown, In hope of best, trying again and again, Days pass by, nights follow repeatedly, Bringing moments of dead silence, Often readable, often not, Like verses written in ancient language, Each night needs the reason, Of why dreams come, why nightmares knock, Why life goes stranded, How tangles get resolved in a moment, Am 'i' the reason for all of these occurences? Or 'I' am the medium to traverse? I seem like a hole in the door, Through which light passes to illuminate, Answers i get, questions still surround me, I go through head high, sometimes it's hard to crawl in, Doubts and regrets, i try to rid of, Being in the shallows, i still dare to breath.

I wish that music plays forever, Forever in background till i exist, So i won't worry who's talking, Whether you or my mind, So i can clear the fog on the rearview, Seeing the gone the way it was, With the windshield reflecting the sun, The sun that burns within me throughout days and nights, I try to win the moments altogether, Receding ceaselessly into the distant future, Unconsciously reaching beyond like a mystic trance, Like a sun never going out of bounds, My sun got fire but doesn't wish to burn, It hides gracefully behind leaves and clouds, It rages on it's own path, to fulfill the destined command, To go through whatever stops, to smile to whoever pass, So i wish that music goes on forever, In my background, within me throughout, So i can ignore what my mind disturbs, Raging boldly in the unknown world.

It seems like sun and moons are gone, Clouds seem to have swallowed them, They are there, far there than our reach, Superficial things sometimes seem real, Fear that ain't a moment old, Seems like the mountain of centuries, Like the floods and earthquakes that may end us, The illusions so weak made giants and demons, A dense bunch of beautiful bright cloud, Stood there in between the dark companions, With light being showered from above, Came to a soul that sought the guidance, The soul that's brave enough, But lies in the body that feeds on mind, The eyes that see, the ears that do hear, But mind veils the truth seeking soul, Alas we don't do unveil the reality, We build castles on smoke, hide us in dark, When the sun outshines outside, We turn our heads in, into the abyss of fog, Don't believe me, believe your ownself, See within, widen your eyes to see, See what lies hidden in open, What lies within unseen.

My reach is not the horizon, Not the place where sun sets, I imagine about what lies beyond, Where sun leads to the unknown, I stand here in middle of the rain, With dense smoke flowing out of my mouth, Every view, every feel i see right here, I am curious to see what you don't believe, With cloud roaring, waiting for it's time, To play it's role before sun comes to shine, There's time allotted for each and every thing, Which hurry can't change, what haste can't affect a bit, I got the hanging garden of Babylon, I got the sky beneath which Alexander fought, I am standing on the land and take in the water, Which is as ancient as anywhere is, I got no worry, bear no regrets, I'll have what i am promised, But i don't have desire of horizon, I want to seek what lies beyond.

Look in the eyes of the moment, Don't stop in between to breath, World's got smoke, no essence, Breath what you get through, The world ain't just valleys and gardens, It breaks at midnight, the sweetest dream, Yet don't await for bad to arrive, Go unknown into the moment brave, The life is going wild and young, Stay in the moment silently, At the moment of consciousness patiently, With eyes staring in the eyes of moment, Whatever comes to you, don't leave yourself, Attitude of wise is best of the ways, Stay yourself, even man alone, The world stays harming, in no time it's gone, Don't let the illusions of mind come in between, Don't let them infect the reality, Widen your eyes, open your ears, Listen what heart speaks, see what life presents.

I won't fight you my demons, I won't let you in my dreams, I won't let you be my hero, I won't let you hurt my being, You've been here to make me gone, In dark dungeons, in restless storms, To put me behind, every now and then, To doubt in vain, thinking how and when, You are here every hour within, Dusty smoke; non-existing, not being, I let you in to dress me a thing, To think a slave while being a king, I won't fight you my demons, I'll sway you in a wave, Fear's just a thought, I am bold and brave, Go today, you'll go tomorrow, In refuge of 'the one' got no guilt no sorrow. I don't care a bit, you are enemy of mine, My life ain't dark, it lights and shine.

I kept on searching night by night, Into every day's light, To find you all the time, In my death, in my lives, I went prepared, i went naive, I went crawling more than i survive, After the funerals to get alive, To get through myself hive by hive, I started to end, I got caught on every bend, I don't even remember how to begin, I see only demons wherever i have been, I caged myself completely, To get free again lately, Trying to rid my mind's grasp, Got more trapped, the more i tried, Remembered only feel of 'the one' divine, By whose grace i climbed up the vine, To get on path i seen up high, I saw the moon and stars all shy, I tried to feel presence of 'the one', Got light near me from moon like sun, I stopped the search to see it clear, Not to see too far, but to see real near, The One who's near Within me, Is The One near each and everything, Between all the silence and words, Between all the rhythms and hearts.

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

We believe. We believe that we own something. Money, luxuries, peoples, property, charms etc. Yes we do own these things to our name. But have you ever given a thought about how much our these magnificent possessions really belong to us? You can recall for how long you have something. On the contrary, you can also recall how easily you lost something that belonged to you.  My words may be seeming a bit demotivating or upsetting, but i want to pay the emphasis on the fact that 'life is nothing but a series of moments'. Life, which one way or another, affects and plays with us.  For example: We had and have various accomplishments that we do enjoy and believe that they are somehow fix with us and we start to believe that these accomplishments; whether living or materialistic, will stay with us for the rest of our life. But things do change. Life takes a turn and suddenly brings out from the unknown- 'a trouble' right to attack our accomplishment. It's a stepping st

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

It's quite interesting and serious how we remember and recall what we listen, but how easily we forget what we said. We count other peoples words, but we don't pay much importance to our yellings.                              Let me get it to you a little simple. Imagine somehow you got involved into a verbal spat with someone. You'll notice that a quarrel begins often with 'what you said'. And as we are one side of the argument then often we are also the one who claims 'what you said'.                       Do you recall how many times were you the one who stopped the argument or surrendered after crossing the limit of your tongue? Never or countable on fingers. Now recall how many times were you the one who pointed fingers on the other person for what he or she said instead of thinking about what you were yelling? I hope now you got the point.                There may be many peoples who might not wish to see the truth and keep on doing what they were

We all do love, each and every one of us. Either we love a single person in our life, but we do. While there are some people who spend their whole lives loving. But the question is do we really 'love'?. When we are in love, we are definitely sure enough that our love is the best anyone ever did. But have your peeked inside your heart to find out truth? Is it really love? Are we always loyal enough to stand openly on the stage of love? Ask yourself. But answer honestly.            There might be times when wind got rough and you find yourself in that wind real tough. But was wind really rough that we failed to showcase what we vowed for?. We may blame the bad tidings, time brought with it. But you can't misjudge yourself when you widen your eyes to see your reality naked.              There are three kind of people in this world. Ones who have nothing but fingers to point, then those ones who have nothing but mouth to yell and the third kind is one who stand in front of