Seeker Poet

Tired of searching reasons, Of why i am here and there, Time's fading away like seasons, It seems like, it needs care, I wish to go along unconscious, Or go in a mystic high, I wish to go a bit reckless, To live like never meant to die, I wish to see those mountains, To seek the distant lands, To drink from all those fountains, To quench my thirsty glands, The fire's burning still, Although it's been ash bound, It's time that fear faces kill, It's time to take the ground. Silence has taken the hold, Unlike one with calm and peace, Have to write a rhythm in bold, To go through the valley with ease. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

How easily i forget, How easily i lose the sight, Of how i got into shade, Of how i got my sweat dried, When i stood up high, Known of what may come, I chose it for myself, To stay under the midday sun, The sun got closer, To test my valor and will, Blinding eyes to the wall, Blood sweating from within, I stood there blind, Weak to look into it's eyes, Somehow i survived, To see that a blessing has arrived, A cloud came in, Bringing peace and joy with itself, A shade so relieving, So calm that i was out of myself, I roamed in the shade, Of blessing and peace, I hold my head high, To see, sun is close to release, I came back in, In the shade of the wall, The sun came back again, Much more sharper, much more tall, When i crawled back in, About blessing i realized, How easily i forget, How easily i lose it's sight. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Wild leaf now burns, Dreams bitter it turns, No space it leaves, Flowing rhythm it weaves, Sour mouth, Sparkling tongue, Dry throat, Soul's young, Eyes red, conscience high, Buzzing head, control die, On and on, nonexistent goes, Suddenly laughs, suddenly frowns, Harms no there, just go free, Go high and high, on the freedom tree, Ride the road, alive and brave, On whole new ride, both known and naive, Silent will, caged mind, Peace is the call, love and kind.

Streets are empty, when you're home. A simple line but a lot to think about. Home's a place where your heart and life exists. A place for where you live and for which you can die for. A place for which you think when you're away. After all, home is home. On the other side of window lies the unknown, Street. Streets from where life is learned, from where necessities are earned. Streets which attracts us for 'more'. Street's the place that makes you or breaks you. It teaches us how to learn, how to earn, how to walk, how to talk. Street is the arena where you perform to run your 'Home'. Now as we know the difference between home and street, it's time to watch behind the curtain. There's a deep interconnection as well as opposition between these two. Home is important because it's home while street is important to run it. Both are depended on each other but both need more from us than we give to other. Streets give charm, home gives peace. T...

Always again in the lost and present, in the gone and awaiting, we love. As many times we loose or we go away from love, we do return always. We accept it sometimes, sometimes we refuse it; assuming it's not love. We judge. Being a man in the court, we try to seem honest and wise and judge. See in the mirror and ask yourself are you really capable of judging the things happening in your life?     Life ain't that complex. It's always straight and simple. But we feel we really need to push, we are never satisfied with what we see and hear. We stay lazy and ignorant and want to go beyond. We should seek instead. By seeing what's in front of us, by listening what we hear.     Don't loose it yet. The hold of what you had, the urge for what you want. Love comes to us, never let go of it. Thoughts and facts may seem to reflect back nothing. But love is something which has no image. It needs no reflection, it needs no voice. It is always there. Unheard, unseen. Hold the ...

It's quite interesting and serious how we remember and recall what we listen, but how easily we forget what we said. We count other peoples words, but we don't pay much importance to our yellings.                              Let me get it to you a little simple. Imagine somehow you got involved into a verbal spat with someone. You'll notice that a quarrel begins often with 'what you said'. And as we are one side of the argument then often we are also the one who claims 'what you said'.                       Do you recall how many times were you the one who stopped the argument or surrendered after crossing the limit of your tongue? Never or countable on fingers. Now recall how many times were you the one who pointed fingers on the other person for what he or she said instead of thinking about what you were yelling? I hope now you got the point.   ...

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...