Seeker Poet

Kill the guardian, Kill the slave, They both are in me, Alive and healthy, Been there from my birth, Residing in my conscience, Scratching my flesh from within, Who are they? Don't you know?, They are within me, Within all of you, It's our 'Mind', A guardian veiled, Acts a mentor, Imitates a guide, But clever it is to gift us enslavement, It never orders to kneel, It befriends us, Stabs us in the back, Makes us judgemental of everything, Being a slave we asks it's advice, We answer to it, to demons of thoughts, How foolish we are To give shelter to an enemy, A wolf disguised as lamb, Who are we responding to?, None but a smoke illusion, That exists on nowhere plain, An enemy so strong, Nonexistent self made monster. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

I kept on searching night by night, Into every day's light, To find you all the time, In my death, in my lives, I went prepared, i went naive, I went crawling more than i survive, After the funerals to get alive, To get through myself hive by hive, I started to end, I got caught on every bend, I don't even remember how to begin, I see only demons wherever i have been, I caged myself completely, To get free again lately, Trying to rid my mind's grasp, Got more trapped, the more i tried, Remembered only feel of 'the one' divine, By whose grace i climbed up the vine, To get on path i seen up high, I saw the moon and stars all shy, I tried to feel presence of 'the one', Got light near me from moon like sun, I stopped the search to see it clear, Not to see too far, but to see real near, The One who's near Within me, Is The One near each and everything, Between all the silence and words, Between all the rhythms and hearts. ...