Impromptu Poem 19/07/2017

I wander in but one form

without a truth and into the trees.

My eyes rise.

the blinding sunlight is stifled

by a mess of branches that

only leaves regret at my own


with life, with minds, with hearts…


I keep walking

clad in a mosaic of shades.

With each step I take,

It gives me a new form –

but only of darkness.


It’s been a long time since I wrote poetry. One of the things I regret: not sticking to poetry. It’s been very therapeutic for me.

Needles in the Heart

Needles in the Heart

in Haiku #043-45



Waking up each day

with a blank state of mind

Nothing feels right




Stepping out the door

to the deafening silence –

worlds in my head



whatever happens

some poems never end –

Needles in the heart


09/05/2016 © Waseem Sherif

Ever had one of those days? waking up burdened by a feeling you don’t recognize nor understand?