Seeker Poet

Colors were all there On my face painted Of their desires Of their expectations Of how they want to see Of how they want me to be They need me to smile When they have me for a while They need me to cry When they loose the hope to try They want my reality veiled They know me but still concealed Behind two fake faces of mine There's one that i don't reveal I am stitching my heart well open It's something that you can't steal You may cover my being You may claim me three faced But do you ever think of yourself On which ground your life is based? Never mind the story Of whether i am real or fake Behind this heart and the faces There's a truth that you can't take. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 Image Copyright © Google Images

Mermaids, centaurs and unicorns Far away from this world I want to see them in real Once before i awake So i can see what it feels like To be in a dream Instead of the reality That's a nightmare I am tired of smelling blood When i go out seeking flowers I am tedious of insomniac nights When i don't see dreams at all I am tired of awaiting answers When the questions remain unheard I am tired of being cautious When i want to be just real I've chosen the path of patience God, help me before i break Mermaids, centaurs and unicorns I want to see before i awake. © 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

It seems like sun and moons are gone, Clouds seem to have swallowed them, They are there, far there than our reach, Superficial things sometimes seem real, Fear that ain't a moment old, Seems like the mountain of centuries, Like the floods and earthquakes that may end us, The illusions so weak made giants and demons, A dense bunch of beautiful bright cloud, Stood there in between the dark companions, With light being showered from above, Came to a soul that sought the guidance, The soul that's brave enough, But lies in the body that feeds on mind, The eyes that see, the ears that do hear, But mind veils the truth seeking soul, Alas we don't do unveil the reality, We build castles on smoke, hide us in dark, When the sun outshines outside, We turn our heads in, into the abyss of fog, Don't believe me, believe your ownself, See within, widen your eyes to see, See what lies hidden in open, What lies within unseen.