Seeker Poet

Here we stand, knees deep in fire, Weeping, cursing, hurted along, In middle of the Yellow disaster, Forgotten for what we left home, Hands waving from here till horizon, Not a single to help, all to unravel our soul, Death just waiting for us to somehow give up, Life's pointing to graves and prisons, We all hardly dare to know the truth, That we don't know what may happen tomorrow, In between this aging turmoil, We all Dream The Impossible Dream. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Unload all your arms and ammunitions, Let go of your horse and army, Free your mind of all hatred and revenge, Wind blows here at home, Of yours, of your enemies, It's power and success, That has polluted the green field, That has made it abandoned land, Where life fears to breath in, The rotten bodies, dried blood, Rage makes it swift, The blood flowing in veins, It feels good and passionate, When wind dries the sweat, Battle shows courage, Being butcher shows bravery, Come home to life and humanity, Killing love is satan's slavery, Kingdoms will still exist, People will live in peace and calm, Even if the neighbour's much better, Love and peace will never cause any harm, It all got sense, Even you know it for sure, Love is what makes us smile, It's only feel; completely pure, I've said my thing, I've shown what i feel, I have done my work, Further it's your work to peel, The field is there awaiting, With sun shining ben...

Night wrapped in shadow of stars, Reflecting back in the eyes of seeker, That wanders to take home: unknown, In hope of best, trying again and again, Days pass by, nights follow repeatedly, Bringing moments of dead silence, Often readable, often not, Like verses written in ancient language, Each night needs the reason, Of why dreams come, why nightmares knock, Why life goes stranded, How tangles get resolved in a moment, Am 'i' the reason for all of these occurences? Or 'I' am the medium to traverse? I seem like a hole in the door, Through which light passes to illuminate, Answers i get, questions still surround me, I go through head high, sometimes it's hard to crawl in, Doubts and regrets, i try to rid of, Being in the shallows, i still dare to breath.

Streets are empty, when you're home. A simple line but a lot to think about. Home's a place where your heart and life exists. A place for where you live and for which you can die for. A place for which you think when you're away. After all, home is home. On the other side of window lies the unknown, Street. Streets from where life is learned, from where necessities are earned. Streets which attracts us for 'more'. Street's the place that makes you or breaks you. It teaches us how to learn, how to earn, how to walk, how to talk. Street is the arena where you perform to run your 'Home'. Now as we know the difference between home and street, it's time to watch behind the curtain. There's a deep interconnection as well as opposition between these two. Home is important because it's home while street is important to run it. Both are depended on each other but both need more from us than we give to other. Streets give charm, home gives peace. T...