Seeker Poet

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