Seeker Poet

As the sun kept burning high atop There stood no cloud, no star in sky Here Gray winged pigeons kept shedding water Under waterfall above the concrete ground Here laid an ocean for them to swim Under blistering heat of aftershot gun Which burned the feathers up to the bones Which made nights feared of entering sun Bathing and dancing until the time Embracing freedom from thoughts of encounters Absorbing the belief that time does comes When a moment purifies the stains of a life Here's a realm amidst silent contemplation Where neither thoughts nor senses bother Where flight is set to the unknown destination Where eyes hear the unseen voices. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

We curse the flight, When we are on ground, We laugh at their life, When no death's around, We blame the light, When we choose dark, When we loose it bright, We blame the lark, We need them closer, We also need space, We 'wish' to be Wiser, We cheat to win race, We are We, Proud Human, Kings, Slaves, Man and Woman. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Reasons to live, Reasons to die, Reasons to smile, Reasons to cry, Rain came down, From bright blue sky, When it turns real dark, Truth is hard to dress a lie, Love as a reason, Is joy and pleasure's ally, Love of a family, Is the treasure you can't deny, Life brings moments, When it's hard enough to clarify, To bring aboard the reason, To once again give a try, If all the reasons are over, It's still no time for goodbye, We can turn again to the beginning, To live after we have died.

It shook me by surprise, The reason behind everything, That everything in life, Is farther than it appears, Moon and stars, Love in the heart, So close so far, It's life messy and bizarre, One moment it seems close, The next it's nowhere, It's our thoughts that cause this chaos, Where we stare and stay in the maze, Searching for answers, Thinking of something else, Seeing horizon in the distance, The desired valley where beauty dwells, But the truth has two sides, That's why it caused surprise, To see the gone, Await about to befall, The horizon in the distance, Is nothing but the reflection, Reflection of what's inside, The love, the desire, The soul which seems nowhere, Stays alive inside, Reflects what's in here, All around changing days and nights.

The moment that our life beholds from the time of our birth till the end of our lives. We know nothing about it as long as we don't know about anything else. But the irony follows in time when we are concerned about everything but we don't pay focus on the precious gift known as 'Moment'.                        Sooner in life we start to know about something which doesn't even exist in the current spin of life. It's future. We plan for it. We assume. Often we assume it in accord to the fake illusion set up in our mind. But that illusion do get hurt; everytime, until we realize the worth of the moment.                                                           The only illusions that exist are not only the ones regarding future. Many are the ghosts from the past, which did existed eve...