Seeker Poet

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