Mystic land beyond the sea
Far away, but still I can see
Rise of screams and calamity
And I see no peace in their destiny

Mystic land beyond the sea
Not being what it meant to be

Do you know what I mean?
I say to you haven't you seen?

What's rising beyond the sea, haven't you seen?
Do you know what I mean?
Just listen, their cries
Which resound the skies

Mystic land beyond the sea
Harshly suffering away from you and me
Then how can we,
Live lively when they're suffering desperately?


By Hiba Mubashir

On a tight rope
Between spiders webs
Swaying in the wind
Life flows and ebbs

Rain crashes down
Choices to be made
To run back or ahead
My vision it fades

To my rights whats known
The ideal bubble
From whats been told
Risen from the rubble

To my left it whispers
A gentle caress
It sparkles, it glimmers
Feels free from the mess

If I turn to my left
A cord tugs my back
Could I free myself
To cut some slack

Seems if I let go
Ill fall to fate
Will I fly to the sky
Or claim check mate

Taking a deep breath
I release whats safe
Trust in the unknown
With this leap of faith

We sit and stare
No conversation
To share,
Drinking slowly
Time going  slow
It’s like being in
An orchard  where
Apples don’t grow.
Closing the highways
Is not our thing
Our songs
had great
Lyrics and
we could sing,
So why our we staring
No talk to share
Let’s get them growing
Them apples and pears.

It feels like all I do is work and go home
Like I exist only to act like a stone
No love or conviction is needed by me
But all that I want is to be free
Like a bird I long to be up in the clouds
High in the sky and away from the crowds
But while my two feet are planted on land
The meaning of life seems instead bland

Love is a moon, it

changes from day to day, there's --


increase, there's decrease.

It's a good place,
The place we are.
Even in the cold weather,
I know I have your warmth to hold me over.
Because after all the freezing winds,
Comes the happy days of spring,
And this spring, I'll be happy with you.
So won't you get your converse on,
To come flower picking with me.
We can skip down flower fields,
Picking plenty of rosy red poppies.