Remembrance ..

The soul is on fire the body gone..
I raise my eyes to the sky, you, the dawn..
Each hour of the day reborn..
You are the light that through all time shone...

When I sit in the places you were..
Every fragment of memory held dear..
The good the bad all you feared..
Were the fibers of life we steered...

That footprint in my heart I see..
On it the light will always be..
The one that guides me to the shore..
Anchoring my character at the core...

Cleansing me every second..
Straightening that every bend..
Strengthening that very integrity..
Bathing this life in purity..


--
hamza ..

A Twig Off A Tree ..

I watch the trees ..
In a storm ..
As the wind whips them
Back and forth ..
They bend,
They wave in all angles ..

But they never break ..
They just snap back up ..
And stand up straight ..

I wish that I could be ..
Like those trees in those winds ..

Agile...
Unbreakable ..



--
hamza ..

As It All Ends ..

I reached out to touch that hand
but it has reached so far away,
the farther i tried..
the farther it went
like the tide in the sea..

The minutes pass like years..
i feel those thoughts running through my mind..
i make a wish on a shooting star
helplessly wishing many but none..

I am what we have always been
dreamer, searching for answers..
in the night sky I look for light...
in a world blinded by materialism and hedonism;

as I take the pieces of the dreams
still left within me..
and spread them out,
to rearrange them one by one..
I move one step closer;

Standing on borrowed time,
and running out of options..
I move one step closer ..
determined to find the stranger within...


--
hamza ..

Ambiguity..

Want to talk to you, don't know what to say ..

Want to hear you, though I know what you have to say ..

There were all the wrong reasons, taking expression ... 

There are all the right reasons, now no ears to hear ... 

--

hamza ..

Retrospecting ..

My image has altered in the mirror..
Not much cleaner and not much clearer...
It stares at me, not blinking much..
It does not smile, I do not smile..

I ask myself who made the glaring changes..
Neither too likely and nor too kindly...
You've taken me, I tell myself..
I am not smiling, I do not smile...

My being has altered in your mirage..
Not too quickly, not too keenly..
You've spoilt me, so habituated me ...
I cannot smile, I do not smile...


--
hamza ..