Seeker Poet

It's a need to believe It's a need to widen eyes The sun will come up It's a need to open windows Rays are there at the groundsill Waiting for an open heart One who seeks arriving blue Over Dark Blue Star Sheet Sprayed of white cloud ribbon Brightening canvas from shore till horizon Lightning Soul and veins, Eyes Of the sleepless wanderer One Who awaits the breeze Seeking skies from night till dawn To the day that'll shine over again To the moment when soul rids pain To realize the presence of light To convey the urge of lost hope Seeking wide eyed 'The Hope' Gazing eye to eye the morning star.... © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

The last evening it started The show of need and ends Starting with an amusing parrot's arrival At the hole in The wall The hole that seemed refuge Though it was home of another flyer Still parrot started tearing out nest Half until a maroon glittery lace As the dark was approaching And the need was foremost Parrot kept going cruel brutally Leaving all of a sudden It flown away without a regret easily Leaving sparkled lace flowing half hanged A beloved attraction of a ravaged home Flying from the evening to silent night Reaching dawn of the next light Where sun was shining louder in high noon There a body kept hanging From the top to the middle of the rest Strangled head in the lost kite's thread The wall dried of it's breath Pushed sight away to dead honeybee laying Showing the end of a delusioned journey Cruelty and innocence listen to Requiem playing Where need pushes soul to tear apart homes Where an end can't be delayed even a momen...

I've walked this path for so long That my feet are bruised Of the stones I've met They have carved my skin And marked my bones So when i put my shoes off I see where I've been I remember the friends that accompanied I recall how the betrayals came up I recall how the weather changed I need no friends now I need no company I wish to go isolated In reality away from enemy I've seen there truth I've felt that insanity They all try to act different But at the end there's no disparity I've walked this path for so long That i realized that it's the only way If you see the real face If you dare to look what the mirror reveals So i wear these shoes every morning To hide my bruises and carved skin To go along the path once again Until i have it all along To go into the undeclared isolation. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015