Seeker Poet

The last kite in the distance Floats up in fade pink skies Stays flying up after the sunset When rest have loosen ties I stare up into the midway In gap of me and sky Flying and roaming are many When all I seek is Thy I breath in trembling breeze From my standby tired scar Settled in trailing whispers I look up to play my guitar The time is fading faster As the sun has left too soon The night is ready to enter As i am ready to let in the moon. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

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