Seeker Poet

Expecting a real 'Me' Playing role of pretention Trying as hard to fail Having soul motive to win Grazing poison and the dead Staring roses for a moment Losing sight to an illusion Standing muffled at doorstep Blessed and graced alive Gifted another million chances Asking glittery thorn chains Instead walk at freedom deck Going over and over again From pleasure till the pain Scrambling real for the vain From beginning till the end. © 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