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 the midnight wanderers Rattling in the streets and houses In search of desired disguises Looking through the ravaged faces To assume the tears as laughter To think of 'bought' as possession Scratching the face of mirror To see the awaited reflection We dance in the scorching lights Holding our truth inside To mould what we want to appear To impress the world beside We seek the acceptance Of the lie that delights and pleases We adorn an illsion To the reality that caresses and consoles We are the midnight wanderers Rattling in the streets and houses Holding back to whatever we lost Loosing again whatever we got. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

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