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

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

Feather of a cloudy raven Shining far from the shiny gold Aligned to it every moment gracefully Patiently shifting to red gold Evolving in it's love That follows motion ceaselessly In a trance of beating heart and floating eyes Rejoice to a soul Enjoying The Uprising To the soothing betterment Layer by layer to the salvation Where soul glides without chains Floats it's feathers on the wind unconsciously Apart from the consciousness interruptive Beyond the judgements and reasonings Where words ain't requirement for affirmation There silence holds tenderly the faith There feather floats the breezy ocean Breathing the mystic seclusion. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

As the moon was shining vibrant In a rainy day's night Clouds came calmly With their soft cotton candy embrace And laced it over face of the moon So that it may don't awake From the dream in which it shines Forever with change When it keeps living it again and again Starting from the beginning Young with sharp sides To the Real pearl shape All after a journey Of days repeatedly occuring Giving a lesson; For sun and moon hold signs for us That it's the way of life To light, to fade away But the soul's karma Is to live it all alive Again and again To feel the Joy of completion After starting from a sharp edge To the Circle that is content Of Light, Of Salvation. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

The sound first got my eye Of the languid crash Of an idle stream That aroused in a downfall From the dreadful height On the chest armored of stones Of the earth that awaits Spring of the waterfall; Of the muddy little streams Uniting to turn into a watery havoc Sliding way down To the salvation of miles long journey Being the path Being the treader itself Rising beyond the fall Transferring It's soul to the next In the form of a curtain Of altogether drops and Afterlife Absorbing the wind that blows To the wings of the bird To the heart that feels That flies to the peace Floating on the kiss of droplets. © 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