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

The sound first got my eye Of the languid crash Of an idle stream That aroused in a downfall From the dreadful height On the chest armored of stones Of the earth that awaits Spring of the waterfall; Of the muddy little streams Uniting to turn into a watery havoc Sliding way down To the salvation of miles long journey Being the path Being the treader itself Rising beyond the fall Transferring It's soul to the next In the form of a curtain Of altogether drops and Afterlife Absorbing the wind that blows To the wings of the bird To the heart that feels That flies to the peace Floating on the kiss of droplets. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015