Impromptu Untitled 01/05/2016


a stormy night shattered

the fabric of the unseen.

the moment of retiring

the long-lived lies from

a fabricated existence.

the tearing of the flesh

rendered the truth naked

bones reveling in grotesque

articulation of structured

reality and scripted consciousness.

now it lays in graves of

failed awakenings where

hope is air and despair

is the earth that entombs all.


01/05/2016 © Waseem Sherif

Impromptu Untitled 28/04/2016

Fluid mind motions

free from language

Thoughts, pure and naked,

stark in the vast

forgetful existence,

are the truth in its

primordial origin.


28/04/2016 © Waseem Sherif

Author’s Notes:

The truth lives in the very core of our being. however, it might be lost or forgotten because man always seeks ‘meaning’ and sometimes meaning isn’t enough. <= just an idea that’s been in my head lately. I have a lot of free time to waste wandering in endless philosophical BS.