Seeker Poet

As the sun kept burning high atop There stood no cloud, no star in sky Here Gray winged pigeons kept shedding water Under waterfall above the concrete ground Here laid an ocean for them to swim Under blistering heat of aftershot gun Which burned the feathers up to the bones Which made nights feared of entering sun Bathing and dancing until the time Embracing freedom from thoughts of encounters Absorbing the belief that time does comes When a moment purifies the stains of a life Here's a realm amidst silent contemplation Where neither thoughts nor senses bother Where flight is set to the unknown destination Where eyes hear the unseen voices. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

At the usual time Of the midnight hour, When Zephyrus gave company And played me the lyre, I felt there silence Where I've been for long, Where screams accompanied Of the fake illusion thoughts, It's time when i feel the touch; The direction where anemoi flows, Earlier what i felt as a stream Of a hot wave or a chilling breeze, It's time when i am right here Sitting in the hallway of universe, Where i don't go out of me To bring in what's not mine, I am here in reality once again Where it leads and exists, Listening to the Zephyrus' lyre Rattling the leaves tenderly. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015