Seeker Poet

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

Passing nights Without the stars Without the sleep This is going For so long How long can i keep? Dreadful is silence The one which often Relieves Am caught In mess of my head More than anyone believes. I know that There's a hand One and only That can heal From whom Nothing is hidden From whom Nothing i can conceal Been too long For now I need to get back deep I am passing nights In dark Am wandering Without stars and sleep.... © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015