My image is fading from my innate vision.
I am a silhouette cracked by
naked tree branches like dry veins.
I crumble to a pile of defeated dignity.
An air of insecurity looms over my living remains.
The world denies my mantras and
I fail to comprehend the logic behind its beliefs.
Perhaps it is rejection rather than incomprehension.
Waseem Sherif 06/08/2016
another impromptu write on the phone.
I run.
a life of fruitless choices chase
after me as I run towards an
alternate path
but only in my mind.
I run.
the ghosts of things I cling to
walk in my shadow until the darkness of
eclipse devours them
and they disappear…
Words I left behind make up
the nonsense that would read like
fake ancient murals telling
the end of worlds.
Eventually they’d be eaten away by time
and become a testament to nothing.
Some voices push me to the edge
by their rejecting and hateful screams.
Some voices cushion me just by
the echoes of their soft whispers
yet I disappear
for deep inside, I want to…
Waseem Sherif © 03/08/2016
There is a little world
hidden inside our hearts.
a two-faced principle that
follows and defies the rules
of our existence.
it’s a place where our feet
land when we stumble.
at its core, gravity pulls
our weakness at the moment
of our fragility;
it also turns it to strength and
sends it back to our nonhidden heart
so we can advance once again
and reach new heights.
Waseem Sherif 18/07/2016
something on-the-spot for the Daily Prompt: Frail.
born of clouds
mind wanderer silent among
grey-scale skies
strays in its own colorlessness
floating away from the weight of life
carried by its soft breaths to
the mystery it longs for
a creation of endlessness
consciously and subconsciously drives it
to the dreamiest corners of self-deception
trapping it in a Room of Empty Reveries
amidst the broken shape of its words,
their inception and their aftermath.
Waseem Sherif © 14/07/2016
un-revised thoughts, again! courtesy of insomnia and a mind that thinks too much for its own good!
I direct my sight to the stars,
lonely in their place of rest,
a night sky, painted by grief.
so faint, so dim,
like the last thoughts
of a broken man.
They sink into the void.
Their weavings dissipate
leaving my eyes blank
and my heart wrenching
in unnamed novel feelings.
now
I comprehend
a shade of darkness
I never knew before.
22/03/2016 © Waseem Sherif
inspired by a moment of serenity that turned to an unfamiliar feeling of uneasiness I had while lying on my back on the roof of the house watching the night sky.
Amber ridges trace the life of a world rendered hollow.
from pallid feet to auburn summits,
miniature mountains unfold within.
layers of a multitude of worlds
captivate curiousness and queries
from the core of unsatisfied minds.
worlds of wooden waves like magnets
pushing my perception away from reality,
pulling my fundamental nature to Wonder.
Pictures taken: 05/05/2016
Poems written: 10 minutes ago.
© Waseem Sherif
sometimes words are lost
in rationality and stuck in
their own structural prison.
sometimes the world around
makes sense only when reason
dissolves into the irrational.
07/05/2016 © Waseem Sherif
© 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 >_<
