Seeker Poet

How nostalgic is the moment When a long gone memory Reflects in the rearview mirror In the form of an image Faded like the place itself Whose remembrance was unimagined A thought not even sensed Of place where my childhood smiled The field where my heart born The place where no one interfered The haven safe of trouble and storm Now it's just a memory foregone With it's blue paint lost And it's walls along But i have it within now By destiny's recall That I'll hold the image within Beyond thoughts and explanations In this moment lost in blue The remnants of my past The sandgrains bidding adieu. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Old Twisted branches, Flying ash flakes, I chose them, For my eyes to follow, At this place, With everything and nothing, I stand where wind blows and words fly, Dare to see continuously the sun, In eyes of the faces and places forbidden, Don't follow it known of nothing, Don't just go through just because it's said to do, If it's there all dusty, it's meant to be seen, Better see it today, What may be sticked to face tomorrow, See whatever passes listen to what it says, Go beyond into unseen unknown, Watching Old twisted branches, Flying ash flakes. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015