Seeker Poet

In materialistic love we have fallen in Revolving our heads in endless suffering The greed of better than better The lust of a little more than reality Unsatisfied of the soothing whispers Praying for the insane screamings Hindering green patches of grass Where grasslands have taken birth In the heart of barren dump lands Where greedy finds no benefit of sort Lives within a carved colorful concrete coffin Delusioned of a disguise reflected by mirror Thinks himself a king, being lost Lost in the love that fades away Fades away sooner than the materials On the shiny hourglass of time Of whose love is producing sinners That fades easily in the dusty sandstorms Where time stands but no instruments Where the Colosseum builders sink Here grasslands live eternally. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Tired of searching reasons, Of why i am here and there, Time's fading away like seasons, It seems like, it needs care, I wish to go along unconscious, Or go in a mystic high, I wish to go a bit reckless, To live like never meant to die, I wish to see those mountains, To seek the distant lands, To drink from all those fountains, To quench my thirsty glands, The fire's burning still, Although it's been ash bound, It's time that fear faces kill, It's time to take the ground. Silence has taken the hold, Unlike one with calm and peace, Have to write a rhythm in bold, To go through the valley with ease. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

My reach is not the horizon, Not the place where sun sets, I imagine about what lies beyond, Where sun leads to the unknown, I stand here in middle of the rain, With dense smoke flowing out of my mouth, Every view, every feel i see right here, I am curious to see what you don't believe, With cloud roaring, waiting for it's time, To play it's role before sun comes to shine, There's time allotted for each and every thing, Which hurry can't change, what haste can't affect a bit, I got the hanging garden of Babylon, I got the sky beneath which Alexander fought, I am standing on the land and take in the water, Which is as ancient as anywhere is, I got no worry, bear no regrets, I'll have what i am promised, But i don't have desire of horizon, I want to seek what lies beyond.

Streets are empty, when you're home. A simple line but a lot to think about. Home's a place where your heart and life exists. A place for where you live and for which you can die for. A place for which you think when you're away. After all, home is home. On the other side of window lies the unknown, Street. Streets from where life is learned, from where necessities are earned. Streets which attracts us for 'more'. Street's the place that makes you or breaks you. It teaches us how to learn, how to earn, how to walk, how to talk. Street is the arena where you perform to run your 'Home'. Now as we know the difference between home and street, it's time to watch behind the curtain. There's a deep interconnection as well as opposition between these two. Home is important because it's home while street is important to run it. Both are depended on each other but both need more from us than we give to other. Streets give charm, home gives peace. T...

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...