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When tried a little

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We wish to fly We stand to die When tried a little We reach to cry We ask for rain With a stare at sky We stumble and fall When move the eye We claim the truth Beneath the sky In crowd and heart We dress it a lie We pledge loyalty Not giving a sigh And leave forever In a moment's try. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Blood Soaked Vine

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Evening starts to take in the day Pelicans start to settle aboard Going scattered along the blues Eagles widen wings till home Reaching down to new mistakes Strangling wings in own disgrace Tearful blood do they bleed Wounds invisible that don't exist Seeing peace in far distance Holding back to what remains Grown on wall is blood soaked vine Scratched up by the ravaged nails © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Fade Pink Skies

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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

Slept and awake

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Rays coming from beneath A dense cloud spread around corners Brings to thought what it seems Peeking out of a bunch through sharp aperture Being a thread of life's wheel Spinning high slept and awake Rubbed over the gravel scratched Bent and straightened time to time With a stare at alluring horizon Feet deep in morass of past Washed in mistakes from tip to toe Seeking light in dark edge of ignorance Rugged in thoughts and look at surface Stumbling over uncertain conclusions Riding along wind to the end Scattered-content turn by turn. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Atmosphere of intolerance

It's a story about a jackal and a kingdom. About the kingdom which was reigned by a dynasty to which people gained distrust, like their forefathers did in their past. So they brought an idea. They chose a jackal in good health and good howl. They elected him to reign the throne, in an attempt to try something from the streets to rid the era of being governed by long reigning corrupt dynasty. After a huge support and great victory, the jackal got up to the throne as king. He behaved likewise for a little time, but then he started to do what a jackal is habitual to do. He brought with him many other stray jackals and gave to them high ranks. With time he kept serving those who stood by him in his journey to the throne. Things went on like this. People were happy with their Jackal king. Though people witnessed it many times that their king is not behaving upto his image in public and is bringing shame to kingdom, but as they were the ones who chose him, nobody pointed a finger on...

Starlit Expedition

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A bright white peacock in sky's realm Flying right in middle of space at distance Studded with stars at end of feathers Like threads of light floating aboard wind Twinkling diamonds in midnight ocean Adorned with light through invisible strings Shining in middle of the sapphire hourglass Covers my eyes with fog of illusion Gulped willfully at soul's consent Roaming the garden of clouds and stars Embracing the light of half ate melon Bare eyes stare the scattered stars Peacock of the night rests far in the sky To crawl through the dark into moonlight salvation Comes to sight The Triangles of Light From a point in space to My Starlit Expedition. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Where eyes hear the unseen voices

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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