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Hashim ZK Oct 2017
Look into my eyes
You will see a raging ocean
Look deeper
And you will know why.

Come close
You will hear my silence rumble
And any closer
You will have nothing to hide.
Hashim ZK Oct 2017
A feeling
so atrocious
in its yearning:
it longs to win,
and also to be defeated
at the same time.
Hashim ZK Sep 2017
Nothing beats the power, the beauty, and the purity of those two little innocent eyes that stare at you: that which cries but are not sad; that which smiles and puts your corrupted soul to shame. Its mere glimpse has you surrendered; the masks shattered. There's nothing as powerful a mirror as them. There's nothing as divine as them. Try as much as you may, you shall never defeat them, at least not for that brief period of time. It holds you captive, and you would always want to remain so, such is its power of enchantment.
I had written this a few years back on receiving the prompt. The word was 'Mask'.
Hashim ZK Sep 2017
flame of memory
enshrouds the world in darkness
a melted wax drips
I'd written this a few years back. On 28-03-2012 to be precise. This is the only haiku I have attempted so far.

Anyway, I stumbled upon this in my notes, and thought I might as well share it here.
Hashim ZK Sep 2017
To watch the waves of time appear roaring towards the shore with the submerged dreams of yesterday;

To watch the dried-up land of solitude moisten with the tears of hope once again;

To watch the sea swallow the glowing sun as the feet sink into the sand, disappearing beneath the grains of illusion;

To revel in the dusk while the atrocious winds of nostalgia soothes the absence of joy;

To eventually let the darkness consume the sheer being that withstood the cruelty of the spell called life.. all this while.
Hashim ZK Aug 2017
The sweltering heat
of a burning desire
singes
the memory
of the long forgotten
souls.

The whispers of time
flows like a wind
raging the fire
of remorse.
of hope.

The undulating smoke
of clueless dreams
dissipates
leaving behind
the void
of colossal emptiness.
Hashim ZK Aug 2017
Where do you hide what I seek?
I search in your voice, when you speak..
I probe your eyes, the ocean deep..
I lie at the door of your secured heart..
Holding on to that golden key
Of hope.
Is that where your treasures you keep?
Let this man have them enrich.
Let its glimmer shine through your eyes;
And, drip through your face,
And settle on the lips:
the broadening of which brightens
the seeker's day!
Give this man the joy he seeks..
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