Eyes I saw full of me,
  Blue, or brown, these
       now pass by me,
The lore of Love thus
       defined
Remains unspoken,
       though refined:
  'To where is he gone,'
       she in muttering
            tone asks;
We've left so much for
     the WASPS;
  Now, retreated for
     Allah's sake,
Where can I, for her,
     make the bake?
  Nor, for love, where to
     rest and reign--
To escape all of pain?
  Hello, God, hello saints,
Yes, we're your guests--
  Should we have to pay
      for our souls,
So exploited within
      these walls?

     -by Hakim H. Kassim.

Wild wishes, too high for worldly tries,
Celestial glows that do not fit into time
        and place,
  Lost love's tormented hopes and cries,
Come with fresh face at my dooryard.

   Wild wishes, desires that cannot be quenched
         in poor world's weak  arms,
Joys treading my footsteps  from Heaven
         above,
    All my loves long ago, my sweet heart-felt
         urges,
  Of all I ever seek, of all I ever wanted in heart,
Beckon to lead me to Higher Houses of
        content.

  Wild wishes, her face, her eyes, and the love I
        have for her,
Feelings I cannot put aside  no matter what,
  The deep-felt dream of uniting with her in
         truth,
She comes to me riding high on Wild Wishes
        for my  hand!

    -by Hakim H. Kassim.

Wild wishes, too high
      for worldly tries,
Celestial glows that do
     not fit into time and
        place,
  Lost love's tormented
     hopes and cries,
Come with fresh face at
     my dooryard.

   Wild wishes, desires
      that cannot be
         quenched in poor
            world's weak
                arms,
Joys treading my
    footsteps  from
         Heaven above,
    All my loves long ago,
         my sweet heart-felt
             urges,
  Of all I ever seek, of all
      I ever wanted in
         heart,
Beckon to lead me to
     Higher Houses of
        content.

  Wild wishes, her face,
      her eyes, and the
         love I have for her,
Feelings I cannot put
    aside  no matter what,
  The deep-felt dream of
     uniting with her in
         truth,
She comes to me riding
   high on Wild Wishes
        for my  hand!

      -by Hakim H. Kassim.

Wild wishes, too high
     for worldly tries,
Celestial glows that do
     not fit into Time and
         Place,
  Lost love's tormented
         hopes and cries,
Come with fresh face at
      my dooryard.

  Wild wishes, desires
       that cannot be
          quenched in poor
             world's weak
                 arms,
Joys treading my
      footsteps from
        Heaven above,
  All my loves long ago,
      my sweet heart-felt
         urges,
Of all I ever seek, of all I
     ever wanted in heart,
  Beckon to lead me to
     Higher Houses of
        content.

  Wild wishes, her face,
      her eyes, and the
        love I have for her,
Feelings I cannot put
     aside no matter what,
  The deep-felt dream of
      uniting with her in
         truth,
She comes to me riding
    high on Wild Wishes
       for my hand!

There's no other to
   grieve your lost hope,
It's for you to face and
   cope;
With life's various
   despairs by yourself
     alone,
And alone must, wrestle
   and have it won;
Family would smile with
   you but for a moment,
And no friend could
   vouchsafe for you on
     Day of Judgement;
For so many will come
   'round you for
     embrace,
Yet on your own you
   must ride on life's
     every chase;
Though we rejoice in
   hope on every new
     morrow,
One couldn't care less
   for his own brother's
     sorrow!

        -by Hakim Kassim.  
   (d.September 21, 2024)

(for huda)
you don't care to remember yesterday--
even if you were the one who took the
    wrong way--

just to say you're "sorry," and make your
    peace,
for we'd then get-off on a new plate with
    some ease;

where's your conscience? aren't you for a
    minute sane?
you used shout at me with all your false
     complaint--

never caring to listen, too often baking
   my heart so sore,
till you at last broke our bond, and more!

--ah, how patient and quiet i bore your
   abuse,
for you then we're set to wreck money,
   and  without excuse--

determined as i then was, wanting to
   keep us together
as a family, soon to be a father and a
   mother;

there you're with false tears, and false
    argument all the same;
humbled,  i ignored who's right and who
   not, taking all the blame,

you didn't care to listen but ran away
    with your  "cousins" in team,
and i was left bitter alone, just to moan
    and  ponder over broken dream:

and tonight you come, seven years to this
   day,
imploring with  pleas of love, not to delay

a love, a you gone years ago: if i accept
you now anyway, how wouldn't i be down
   again swept?

              
                         -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                         (September 11, 2024)

-YOU.

the morning-sun glows in a Promise so
      celestial,
over your tender face, a soul too dear, too
      adorable

for this world  (of envy and hate) itself to
       astound
over  you--a Beauty, never seen or heard
       around;

reflecting in seductive rays across your
      face, with me stricken with your
          gleam,
your heavenly charms which I only fancy
     in my best dream--

that lip that I'd not tire of kissing but in
     my wishful unrest,
and those ******* I long for beyond what
    can be expressed;

a willing prisoner, I'm lost in the mystery
    of your eyes,
and not with my hand, but with all my
    heart I  glimpse your thighs;

your quiet, indifferent airs, your smile
arresting me in heart for longer than a
     while---

remembering, like seeing, you easily
     drives me  most lonely--
of all women, for Beauty aren't you
     the one and only?

                              -by Hakim Kassim.
                             (d. September 03, 2024)