Seeker Poet

The last kite in the distance Floats up in fade pink skies Stays flying up after the sunset When rest have loosen ties I stare up into the midway In gap of me and sky Flying and roaming are many When all I seek is Thy I breath in trembling breeze From my standby tired scar Settled in trailing whispers I look up to play my guitar The time is fading faster As the sun has left too soon The night is ready to enter As i am ready to let in the moon. © 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

An unnoticed look She had in her eyes When she was surrounded By colours Smiles and chatters all around Some were joking While some were gazing Some were thirsty While some were embracing No one was friend In those sparkling lights Everyone cared for 'I' To be someone talked about To steal an eye of every passerby She stood there waiting For the eyes that seek her Not the eyes that Search through faces And pick up the one To dress and showcase, She wore a smile With a thought realized That in this marketplace of pride There are eyes to seek There's desire to follow Everybody's dressed too heavy But deep inside They are hollow She stood there waiting She's waiting there still Dressed in dignity Refused to compromise To wait for the eternity Then to bring close: the end. © Mohammad Shahnawaz Image By: Mistilav Pavlov

It's not rain, It's a salvation, The mercy from divine, As the raindrops rendezvous the hot earth, It whispers the sighs of the wanting and patience, Which meets my thirsty soul, Restless to have a feast of joy, My eager eyes, Which have been seeking relief, My ears awaited a million years, To hear heavy raindrops falling down, Matching the beats of my within, It's my return to life after eternal death, A chance in middle of the desert, To quench the thirst of my eyes, To wash away the tiredness of long voyage, It's the mercy of the lord, Salvation of my existence. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015