Seeker Poet

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