Seeker Poet

You were here with me When i was here all alone In the midst of surprises When you decided to go home It was destiny's role So i can't go against But it hurts too deep That you didn't choose my name I can survive If you can come tonight But the truth is harsh That you won't even try I know that you love me But you love them more For them i took the arrow To which i didn't belonged The past has long gone But the memories remain The tomorrow is awaiting So I'll hope the same I've walked till now On this thorn studded mile If you wish from me I will still fake a smile I'll wait for you dearest Till your heart's fog clears But I can't stop myself From sketching my tears. © 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...