Seeker Poet

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

When night awaits the wanderer to return, To the mirror surrounding from above and beneath, It peeks what he has returned with, A bread of satisfaction or an empty handed distraction, Heart of the restless goes silent, When the next moment stops to listen, To take a look how well he's prepared, To face the moment of the midnight confusion, It's answers one seeks for the questions unanswered, To have a torch of reason, to feed up conscience, To go on with ancient swords, Where bravery shines but thoughts fear to ignite, The path is same where everyone has walked, Each feet has fallen where it was destined to fall, Don't try to plan what's beyond our reach, Listen to the call of the silence that speaks, The midnight confusion is the game of thoughts, To overcome the fears or to die in doubt, Believe yourself with the faith in divine, Being a wanderer, facing days and nights.