Seeker Poet

To be seen by the walls To be heard by the doors Feared of unknown visitor Wasting day that's last Stealing eyes from our own's Placing fear most high Pushing conscious kneel down To the fake clown invisible Seeing giant dark silhouette Never facing eye to eye In love of a dream Wandering dreary illusion Driving way too fast Coffin dead breathing doubt Cages Soul's awakening Hinders Joy accrued Walking dead in life Crawling out feared within Cracking joke on ourselves Feared of Self-made beast. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Colors were all there On my face painted Of their desires Of their expectations Of how they want to see Of how they want me to be They need me to smile When they have me for a while They need me to cry When they loose the hope to try They want my reality veiled They know me but still concealed Behind two fake faces of mine There's one that i don't reveal I am stitching my heart well open It's something that you can't steal You may cover my being You may claim me three faced But do you ever think of yourself On which ground your life is based? Never mind the story Of whether i am real or fake Behind this heart and the faces There's a truth that you can't take. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 Image Copyright © Google Images

At the usual time Of the midnight hour, When Zephyrus gave company And played me the lyre, I felt there silence Where I've been for long, Where screams accompanied Of the fake illusion thoughts, It's time when i feel the touch; The direction where anemoi flows, Earlier what i felt as a stream Of a hot wave or a chilling breeze, It's time when i am right here Sitting in the hallway of universe, Where i don't go out of me To bring in what's not mine, I am here in reality once again Where it leads and exists, Listening to the Zephyrus' lyre Rattling the leaves tenderly. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

It's something that we don't understand, What we don't know we claim it a sin, A wrongdoing; if we are unable to do it, A mystic dancing in love of God, Seems transgressor to the Orthodox world, A poor little boy steals a bread to vanquish his hunger, World claims him a thief, We beat him until he dies or bleed, We don't push hard to feel a little further, Of why someone goes against the wind of the world, Why someone ain't comfortable being slave of majority, Skeptical place the earth is, Wrong things are allowed to do openly, Culture we follow, decency we fake, It holds the royal seals of orthodox majority, Silly jokes, loud laughters, On the contrary, righteousness stands in front of judges, Judges of this fake cruel world, Where truth hangs till death, Whose soul goes to heaven, But what will be here's judgement?, Judgement is coming, And it's coming real sooneth, Ones who pointed fingers, Will cry in corner alone, Ones who ...