Seeker Poet

Sitting by the iron window Listening to the rattling rails Staring at the flat side mountains I recall when i was young and bare There stood no meanings no reasons Heart needed only childish explanations Where future was just a night away I miss when i was young and bare I slept there with hugs and kisses Where tears flowed until fingers touched I only loved but never hated I smiled when i was young and bare A million moments away from time Standing here in a different rhyme Staring back at the treasure where I lived when i was young and bare. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poetry)

Title: Ascension Stretching arms far out From a cave under moonlight Leaping hundred failure stories Walking a million mile ride Ignoring thorny painful blisters Healed of morning dew drops Listening whistling cold winds Wrapped in night's cold fog Sleeping under rattling leaves Listening language of unheard voices Swimming breeze of unseen lands Free of all what 'I' comprises To pull it back till the sails are cast From the small keyhole to the sky so vast. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Expecting a real 'Me' Playing role of pretention Trying as hard to fail Having soul motive to win Grazing poison and the dead Staring roses for a moment Losing sight to an illusion Standing muffled at doorstep Blessed and graced alive Gifted another million chances Asking glittery thorn chains Instead walk at freedom deck Going over and over again From pleasure till the pain Scrambling real for the vain From beginning till the end. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

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

We are alike nothing Being Nothing A point in universe A stature occupying space in motion Surfaced from nothingness to existence Trailing shadow here and there A piece of flesh breathed life Allotted space and dime as much deserved Grazing over the green course gracefully Digging canals to eat shiny flesh Unaware of the appointed term When the rain will either free the soul Or the sun will gift the blisters invited When we'll unite with essence of our reality Travelling the course from nothingness to home. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

We are the midnight wanderers Rattling in the streets and houses In search of desired disguises Looking through the ravaged faces To assume the tears as laughter To think of 'bought' as possession Scratching the face of mirror To see the awaited reflection We dance in the scorching lights Holding our truth inside To mould what we want to appear To impress the world beside We seek the acceptance Of the lie that delights and pleases We adorn an illsion To the reality that caresses and consoles We are the midnight wanderers Rattling in the streets and houses Holding back to whatever we lost Loosing again whatever we got. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Half sliced lemon With stars shining bright On a beach side night Under blues jazzy light Drums rattling feet Saxophone making plight Hold... and kiss me Darling,.. It's Friday night Seductive dilemma Keeps moment tight In an unknown moment A spark ignites When love embraces The warmth of sighs The morning recalls The love last night. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Tender dew on velvety green leaves Fly in the trance of thier own Languid in their dance on resting wind Under the Sun after fall Reflected upon Water puddles Lead me to a twenty four feet walk Beneath Sun shining high Lightning my veins and skin Walking right beside me On the water filled concrete gaps Enjoining everything in perfect Joy Festival of rain and shine Festival of Green ornaments born again Living the Spirit of Nirvana Fading from Droplets to Nothing. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Don't let any voice interrupt The rhythm that flows ceaselessly The stream of everlasting Passion Soul's attire in world's distraction Being God's blessed instrument It leads us beyond huge distortions It speaks to us in Warfield screams Whispers silently fascinating lullabies Leads us through feared of dungeons Walks along the silent expeditions Splashes eyes to guard the night Takes us awake to Salvation Realizing destined destination Glowing along the journey of life Shines 'The everlasting light of Passion'. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I wish that i can rise up high Right from where i stand amaze So i can gaze up straight to the west So i can look up back to the east That i may look beyond the city Beyond the towers and walls upright To every valley that I've dreamt awake To every stepping stone that patiently wait To have no thoughts in the haven of silence Where flapping wind; strokes the soul Where eyes just follow; a divinal trail Where no dream has ever; waste to frail There i want to fly in solitude high Free on ground, soaring the sky. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I don't know how to appreciate beauty at best I know only one thing That when i look into your eyes There's nothing like good and evil There's nothing like truth and lie Nothing like space and time Everything in a perfect rhyme There i find myself Like i am in front of the sky And there's everything But the feel of divine All around the existence There i lead without myself Into the deep coal eyes of yours There i give away all my thoughts All my possessions Beyond the scales can weigh I enjoin the joy of being Without holding back Or giving away anything Just being in love Being the love myself In the dance of never tomorrow Unworried until eternity. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Feather of a cloudy raven Shining far from the shiny gold Aligned to it every moment gracefully Patiently shifting to red gold Evolving in it's love That follows motion ceaselessly In a trance of beating heart and floating eyes Rejoice to a soul Enjoying The Uprising To the soothing betterment Layer by layer to the salvation Where soul glides without chains Floats it's feathers on the wind unconsciously Apart from the consciousness interruptive Beyond the judgements and reasonings Where words ain't requirement for affirmation There silence holds tenderly the faith There feather floats the breezy ocean Breathing the mystic seclusion. © 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...

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

Three fishes swim Over the pearl shining beneath In the inverted glass manner On the earth i was standing down Where the whistling sound surrounded Jingling of steel pipes Moon pasted on the blue sheet Spread from one corner to another Stars hanging in between Through the wire of freedom Where obedience is not a boundation Where freedom doesn't mean transgressing vows In a moment where present is yesterday In a lifetime where tomorrow is unreached They tread predestined path Unworried, unhurried, Hanging unconscious in a gleamy trance Wisely known of the truth That it ain't about plans or resolutions It's all about Journeys and Horizons. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

The sunlight paint At an evening hour Reflects desire of the heart On the Canvas Blue Like a torch hidden Behind the earth's silhouette Scattering the glow On the grey fog plain The paint which fades As the orange shine settles To light the other side To let the moonlight shine The stars guard alert To guide lost and wanderer To bring back home Who got late to leave The balance of distinction Seems everyday's routine Being a plan of the spin A Reason unseen. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

As the moon was shining vibrant In a rainy day's night Clouds came calmly With their soft cotton candy embrace And laced it over face of the moon So that it may don't awake From the dream in which it shines Forever with change When it keeps living it again and again Starting from the beginning Young with sharp sides To the Real pearl shape All after a journey Of days repeatedly occuring Giving a lesson; For sun and moon hold signs for us That it's the way of life To light, to fade away But the soul's karma Is to live it all alive Again and again To feel the Joy of completion After starting from a sharp edge To the Circle that is content Of Light, Of Salvation. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

When we see both tears and smiles Events are confusing in contrast Where there's a light There's a dark shading everyone Where moon's light is veiled Floating clouds are sending intuition That light may get out of sight But they will fade away There'll be a endless night But day will find it's way The next moment reveals what We don't have glimpse of that sight It's an open eyed dream That may bring fair tides along That may bring dark storms along Just keep the eyes open With the doors of mind locked To see what comes tomorrow Bewildered in curiosity today. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

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

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