Seeker Poet

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

Night wrapped in shadow of stars, Reflecting back in the eyes of seeker, That wanders to take home: unknown, In hope of best, trying again and again, Days pass by, nights follow repeatedly, Bringing moments of dead silence, Often readable, often not, Like verses written in ancient language, Each night needs the reason, Of why dreams come, why nightmares knock, Why life goes stranded, How tangles get resolved in a moment, Am 'i' the reason for all of these occurences? Or 'I' am the medium to traverse? I seem like a hole in the door, Through which light passes to illuminate, Answers i get, questions still surround me, I go through head high, sometimes it's hard to crawl in, Doubts and regrets, i try to rid of, Being in the shallows, i still dare to breath.