Seeker Poet

Evening starts to take in the day Pelicans start to settle aboard Going scattered along the blues Eagles widen wings till home Reaching down to new mistakes Strangling wings in own disgrace Tearful blood do they bleed Wounds invisible that don't exist Seeing peace in far distance Holding back to what remains Grown on wall is blood soaked vine Scratched up by the ravaged nails © 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

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...