Seeker Poet

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

That branch laid there In front of my eyes Still green enough To be lead by the wind The only difference it had Was the place it lost For which it was made For which it was born It belonged to the tree Still standing tall and high Watching it down Estranged of it's arm Wind brought it down That led it till today Irony it is That what feeds ground Also thrashes home Now the green ornament Is lying there naked On the Wet Ground That's Content Of the homecoming But sad of the reality Which made a life Await it's end To fade in it's demolishment Buried above the ground. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Life is a weird yet interesting yet surprising yet complex yet simple. It brings turns unknown to a path all known and walked upon. It brings new troubles, often we make most of them. Some real, some fake. There are troubles which affect our lives and there are troubles which don't exist but we do own them. You might be thinking why and how we put purselves into troubles. Yes, we do invite them.                                                        We are the moulders of reality and truth. We generate thoughts, thoughts which are nothing but a smoke in our consciousness but it's so lethal that it can make demons evolve. We let our thoughts hold grasp of our lives. Our thoughts start out as a small seed but soon turns into a bush of thorns which pierce our days and dreams. It brings fears, doubts, confusion. It affects peace, decision making and o...

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...