Seeker Poet

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

We are alike nothing Being Nothing A point in universe A stature occupying space in motion Surfaced from nothingness to existence Trailing shadow here and there A piece of flesh breathed life Allotted space and dime as much deserved Grazing over the green course gracefully Digging canals to eat shiny flesh Unaware of the appointed term When the rain will either free the soul Or the sun will gift the blisters invited When we'll unite with essence of our reality Travelling the course from nothingness to home. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015