Seeker Poet

Felt like being a little sorry for everything Everything that seemed unimportant being critical That caused pain to a friend or a stranger That made cry my own a nd very owns That stood unimaginable to recall and remember Gushing in over lips and heart's doorstep Ready to enter soul and pierce the bond so fragile To shatter glasses and crush love letters So I better not waste a life as priceless For something cheaper as ego and pride, I Better not bother uncountable thoughts  To Interfere and loosen ties of hearts It's better I be sorry than I stand alone To curse the past and blame the gone It's better to smile and end the fight I am sorry for everything that didn't felt right. © Mohammad Shahnawaz (Poems, quotes)

Been here since you went asleep  Been long since you saw me weep Why you left when road went steep? Were those promises so hard to keep? I Asked it on surface, I asked it deep No answers I got as the time took leap You stood there, when I tried to creep My verse of love, you thought it a peep I sown flowers, but thorns do I reap Were those promises so hard to keep? Been here since you went asleep Been long since you saw me weep. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2016 (Poems) More love poems: January 12th Thinking about You

Not just a date, it's January 12th What it's been, what it meant A day used to be waited A life joyously lived Until day of the blooming Afore night got willed We thought to go on forever But tears started to spill I wished to see the sunset But last night, today got killed How far we have gone When it wasn't meant to build It's January 12th again Scattering light on moments still. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2016 (Poems blog)

I have been thinking about you Of What you might be thinking right now For we live away at similar time You sure not be thinking of this smile of mine That just came up when I gave a thought That you might not even have a thought Of me, my thought, of us and my smile Of one who's thinking about you from miles Now and then at such random hour We've been too close, now heavens far Then I ask myself do you think the same? At some time when you hear my name? At same time when I think about you? Do you think about me as I think of you? © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2016 (Poems)

Cut the rope behind For if stays a path to return The heart will breath on chance of survival For if choice isn't only upwards The mind will insist to turn back For the path ahead hides the mountaintop Which leads to view; that strecthes unthought For the feet will find the new path to tread Leave no choice to turn back to ground For if their exists a trail of tears Feet won't mind to follow it again For if you wish to see tomorrow outshine Cut the rope behind. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poems)

Leaving moon at the shore Cloudy wave returned back home Into the slate colored wide universe Plain as washed up after evening Stood here 'I' as messy as a garbage bin Full of uncountable variety of trashes Finding myself so unlikeable That it doesn't seems like home within But so far in the depth of this blackness There breathes a memory of a promise Not to anybody in flesh and soul But to me and my very own To stay alive until the end arrives Not to die while a single breath suffice To see everything that lays affront Neither turning nor covering my eyes. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poem)

What if chords are broken And the arms are free? I will loosen my body I will run to the field I'll dive into ocean When i don't know how to swim I'll fly through the sky When i don't have any wings I won't crawl back ever For the ground i will tread I'll sow my own seeds Than to feed on their bread For i break these chains That strangle my feet I'll run to horizon Till the far ends meet. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poem)

Sitting by the iron window Listening to the rattling rails Staring at the flat side mountains I recall when i was young and bare There stood no meanings no reasons Heart needed only childish explanations Where future was just a night away I miss when i was young and bare I slept there with hugs and kisses Where tears flowed until fingers touched I only loved but never hated I smiled when i was young and bare A million moments away from time Standing here in a different rhyme Staring back at the treasure where I lived when i was young and bare. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poetry)

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...

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

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