Seeker Poet

Tender dew on velvety green leaves Fly in the trance of thier own Languid in their dance on resting wind Under the Sun after fall Reflected upon Water puddles Lead me to a twenty four feet walk Beneath Sun shining high Lightning my veins and skin Walking right beside me On the water filled concrete gaps Enjoining everything in perfect Joy Festival of rain and shine Festival of Green ornaments born again Living the Spirit of Nirvana Fading from Droplets to Nothing. © 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.