Seeker Poet

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