Seeker Poet

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