Seeker Poet

In materialistic love we have fallen in Revolving our heads in endless suffering The greed of better than better The lust of a little more than reality Unsatisfied of the soothing whispers Praying for the insane screamings Hindering green patches of grass Where grasslands have taken birth In the heart of barren dump lands Where greedy finds no benefit of sort Lives within a carved colorful concrete coffin Delusioned of a disguise reflected by mirror Thinks himself a king, being lost Lost in the love that fades away Fades away sooner than the materials On the shiny hourglass of time Of whose love is producing sinners That fades easily in the dusty sandstorms Where time stands but no instruments Where the Colosseum builders sink Here grasslands live eternally. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

We believe. We believe that we own something. Money, luxuries, peoples, property, charms etc. Yes we do own these things to our name. But have you ever given a thought about how much our these magnificent possessions really belong to us? You can recall for how long you have something. On the contrary, you can also recall how easily you lost something that belonged to you.  My words may be seeming a bit demotivating or upsetting, but i want to pay the emphasis on the fact that 'life is nothing but a series of moments'. Life, which one way or another, affects and plays with us.  For example: We had and have various accomplishments that we do enjoy and believe that they are somehow fix with us and we start to believe that these accomplishments; whether living or materialistic, will stay with us for the rest of our life. But things do change. Life takes a turn and suddenly brings out from the unknown- 'a trouble' right to attack our accomplishment. It's a stepping st...