Haiku #031

my girlfriend’s black hair

hides her round and smiling face –

Sadako on Skype


05/05/2016 Waseem Sherif

She’s really good at impersonating! it’s even more convincing with poor Skype quality and bad lighting. It doesn’t scare me though. I actually find it cute!

Haiku #030

outside the house

neighbors’ kids playing soccer

nostalgic noise.


05/05/2016 © Waseem Sherif

It was a (pleasant) surprise to see them playing soccer on the streets because now the town has a small football field. back in my day, we play in our neighborhoods or we sneak into the school’s sports grounds. It was more fun before, that’s for sure.

Haiku #027

peeling pages

from walls of ancient books

building anew


03/05/2016 © Waseem Sherif

Author’s Note:

I was going through my old books, some of them about linguistic theories and such. That kinda prompted me to the idea of the continuity of literature and language and the unending need to revisit past knowledge in order to create anew. At least, that’s what I believe.

Not satisfied with the haiku though. my haiku craft is always work in progress. 

Genesis of my Poetry (03)

Chaos is birthed
in a bleak corner of my room,
by the blend of light and darkness
and the rite of writing.

candle-flames flutter inside halos
like gentle eyes of a fragile child.

Brewed coffee scent
invades vapor and air,
filling the room with bitterness.

my mind wanders within itself.
random assimilation of meanings
unfold naked silhouettes,
flow along coffee smoke
in majestic ornamented letters,
and poetic apparitions.

amidst that instance of chaotic genesis,
I am torn between
innocence and cynicism,
frailty and fierceness.

apathy strangles my words,
devours the purpose of my creation.

I am left with nothing but
a trauma to feed upon,
and from which to write
the poetry that never means
anything to anyone.

25/03/2016 © Waseem Sherif

Two-liner #002 [26/03/2016]

At my pen, poetry dies.
In death, I am my words.


© Waseem Sherif

Author’s Note:

Go figure! 

seriously, the idea crossed my mind while i was trying to sleep so i wrote it down on the phone. in the next few days, i built around it a theory (of sorts). The poem “Nature of my Poetry” is related to it.  ⇐ looks like the AN is longer than the poem. sorry >_<