Seeker Poet

Cut the rope behind For if stays a path to return The heart will breath on chance of survival For if choice isn't only upwards The mind will insist to turn back For the path ahead hides the mountaintop Which leads to view; that strecthes unthought For the feet will find the new path to tread Leave no choice to turn back to ground For if their exists a trail of tears Feet won't mind to follow it again For if you wish to see tomorrow outshine Cut the rope behind. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poems)

Leaving moon at the shore Cloudy wave returned back home Into the slate colored wide universe Plain as washed up after evening Stood here 'I' as messy as a garbage bin Full of uncountable variety of trashes Finding myself so unlikeable That it doesn't seems like home within But so far in the depth of this blackness There breathes a memory of a promise Not to anybody in flesh and soul But to me and my very own To stay alive until the end arrives Not to die while a single breath suffice To see everything that lays affront Neither turning nor covering my eyes. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poem)

What if chords are broken And the arms are free? I will loosen my body I will run to the field I'll dive into ocean When i don't know how to swim I'll fly through the sky When i don't have any wings I won't crawl back ever For the ground i will tread I'll sow my own seeds Than to feed on their bread For i break these chains That strangle my feet I'll run to horizon Till the far ends meet. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poem)

Sitting by the iron window Listening to the rattling rails Staring at the flat side mountains I recall when i was young and bare There stood no meanings no reasons Heart needed only childish explanations Where future was just a night away I miss when i was young and bare I slept there with hugs and kisses Where tears flowed until fingers touched I only loved but never hated I smiled when i was young and bare A million moments away from time Standing here in a different rhyme Staring back at the treasure where I lived when i was young and bare. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poetry)

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

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

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