Light and Darkness

•May 27, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Last night I had a satisfying dream, but now my head is empty
I fell and shattered inside
I asked for assistance, but my yell just came back emptily
Someone in this place should come to keep me company-I’m in a labyrinth of shadows and lights, the secret exit is empty enough as it is
Until that time my shining dreams will stay concealed futile as they are
Yet I assure myself that it will be okay and good
Tomorrow I will slowly face my fears
Only to see that I have already destroyed them
I can get lost in anything but soon my fingertips will find the crevice
However, I’ll stay calm and die in a flood
Now, in this place, my heart opens to the small flames
This place vanished and I awaken, shaking and crying-I’m in a labyrinth of shadows and lights, and disastrous flaming memories
I’m held tightly, though leaving was a mistake
“It’ll work out ” I mutter to them, and I see
An eternal smiling face
Tomorrow I will face my reality-I’m in a labyrinth of shadows and lights, the secret exit is empty enough as it is
Until that time my shining dreams will stay concealed
And I assure myself that it will be okay and good
Tomorrow I will slowly face my fears
Only to see that I have already destroyed them-I’m in a labyrinth of shadows and lights, and I know that it’s okay
Because tomorrow’s mightmares have already been destroyed

-Hashim Raza

Compass

•May 27, 2007 • Leave a Comment

 You lower your judgement, abandoning your impulses
An emotional argument, packed full of desiresIn your one step forward, you lower your judgement
It’s alright if you don’t worry about your pace
Because you’re going to tear things up Ah, it’s all boiled down to passions
Going round and round
But certainly when that’s over
What will you use to satisfy yourself
Once, in the shadows of hope?The compass of passion is always pointing to the future… Look towards the past?
The spider’s threads come apart
They seem like they’re going to break, and it moves along. Is there a compass of passion in your heart?
The needle shakes, an unstable faith?
Spinning round and round, it points to the past. The compass of passion is always pointing to the past, yet we look to the future.
The spider’s threads come apart
They seem like they’re going to break, and it moves along. Don’t disappear, lamplight
Always point to the future
Ah, is your needle
Aiming at the future, your hopes?

-Hashim Raza

A Flower Called You

•May 27, 2007 • Leave a Comment

By an obvious form of despair, my hollow spinning heart is looped
Thoughtlessly shomhow progressing motionless story…

When was it that we lost the something along the way we know all too well today
Pointlessly somehow progressing motionless story…

That is, only that…
Only shattered

By the appetite deep within us, my puttered out heart is looped
Thoughtlessly somehow progressing motionless story..

When was it that we lost the something the unspoken real me knows
Pointlessly somehow progressing motionless story..

That is, only that…
Only shattered
That is, only that…
Only danced in the wind

From your eyes a lone sparkle trickles
Ah, clear sky out of the blue
If it’s just pint it’s evenly divided, yeah… it’s gotta be
That’s our color

Until my white breath vanishes, friskily dashing through that street
In the town visible from the hill blossomed a flower called “you”
It’ll blossom again

That is, only that…
Only shattered
That is, only that…
Only danced in the wind

From your eyes a lone sparkle trickles
Ah, clear sky out of the blue
If it’s just pain it’s evenly divided, yeah… it’s gotta be
That’s our color

Until my white breath vanishes, friskily dashing through that street
In the town visible from the hill blossomed a flower called “you”
It’ll blossom again
In a color resembling you

-Hashim Raza