Seeker Poet

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

Have you ever thought about The other side of sun The space surrounding the stars and moon The stretch of soil and water abase Lying beneath our delights and amusements Beneath the sky with clouds hanging Travelling the course from exitence to transformation I hope you wonder about it Or else we are all The "crawling on wheels" "Dreaming of heaven" race No different being immensely unique Embarrassed of matters Shy of issues To speak out what we believe To let open what we hold Until we are welcomed to a stage To speak nothing but transformed non-sense Changed in course of human consciousness To invite appraise of fakeness adorned To wear off reality embedded strong I hope you wonder about it That we live beneath the canvas wide Blessed with the soul embraced To realize the value of a moment To value the worth of spoken syllables.... © 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

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

In the realm of silence I am surrounded By the screams within; Screams that whisper To the very edge of my existence Which arises the meloncholy To shatter the walls of calm Which stays here like it never left The shelter of my soul The place where i slept in peace; It has awakened me in between The middle of an unknown hour For which i have strength to face But my soul is lost in a maze; Maze that doesn't makes sense But keeps me involved In it's languid turns To keep me away From the path in sight; Path that's away just a single step Which leads to the place That I've already been through That is followed by The turns I've known since birth; Tragedy it is That I've lost my memory Of who i used to be When i was last time here; Once again i am waiting along The valley of thoughts To bring in the Silence To tread the path once again; Whether the next turn Brings the starting point again I have no plans to stop today I have deci...

Here we stand, knees deep in fire, Weeping, cursing, hurted along, In middle of the Yellow disaster, Forgotten for what we left home, Hands waving from here till horizon, Not a single to help, all to unravel our soul, Death just waiting for us to somehow give up, Life's pointing to graves and prisons, We all hardly dare to know the truth, That we don't know what may happen tomorrow, In between this aging turmoil, We all Dream The Impossible Dream. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

An irresistible fatigue comes up again and again, before the end of the day till the beginning of the dawn. Surpassing it is the greatest delight, because when it ends, i meet myself. Face of my soul, Not the eyes i wear, Not the lips i smile with. I swim languidly enjoying each and every sight, listening to all the chirps dissolved in the wind. I fly aimlessly in the far end sky, with the soul-intention of going beyond everywhere i pass. It's the time when i don't belong to the chains and prisons, it's the time when i stay in the refuge that can't be pierced. I fly and fly and swim in the universe, unknown into the uncertain. But as there's a beginning, there's an end, Similarly, As there's a journey there's also a bend. I fly into the unknown until i sense the fright, the fright sown by myself, in the garden of mind. The garden that turned into a demon, Comes home without invitation, It serves doubts and regrets, fear...

I've been waiting for long, To spray the paint of my words, On the canvas that doesn't replies, But do reflect what my eyes can't, I've been here, In these moonlit nights I've been here when the stars don't stare, I've fallen here, in the midst of shame, I've ran to the saddle, blaming everyone here, I've been walking alone for eternal nights, When the Moon's not here, Sun's due for tomorrow, The hopes still here, upset yet breathing, Courage crushed in the corner, yet alive, Every now and then, a thought walks in, Becomes a giant, fed by ignorance of mine, I do remember, the battle of last voyage, When i killed these giants, brave and bold, Now as they are back in town, I am paying the fine to let them in, I am staring the lost castle from beneath, In pain watching what i lost, what i had, I am in the illusion, with my sword pulled out, Learned but fool, fighting thoughts that ain't real, I am lost in th...

Always again in the lost and present, in the gone and awaiting, we love. As many times we loose or we go away from love, we do return always. We accept it sometimes, sometimes we refuse it; assuming it's not love. We judge. Being a man in the court, we try to seem honest and wise and judge. See in the mirror and ask yourself are you really capable of judging the things happening in your life?     Life ain't that complex. It's always straight and simple. But we feel we really need to push, we are never satisfied with what we see and hear. We stay lazy and ignorant and want to go beyond. We should seek instead. By seeing what's in front of us, by listening what we hear.     Don't loose it yet. The hold of what you had, the urge for what you want. Love comes to us, never let go of it. Thoughts and facts may seem to reflect back nothing. But love is something which has no image. It needs no reflection, it needs no voice. It is always there. Unheard, unseen. Hold the ...