Waseem Sherif Poems

head on the pillow
reading poems on the phone
eyes are getting thin
but my fingers moving on its own
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If there was a place I could call home
I wouldn’t try to reach your heart
I always wandered, strayed like foam
In the endless space – but never your heart
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You’re not worth it, being my only love
Being my only sun, being my only dove
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So far, so alone, so tired
I’m lying here, resting...
So in vain and so useless
Every time I try walking...
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We’re left with nothing but the wreckage of the day
we tear down the walls and we no longer can pray
all the words we wrote are in bottles, in that bay
your eyes can't see me now, I can no longer stay
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All I’ve ever wanted
Is to watch you
Night and day
Want you to sink into my eyes
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My soul lives through word’s pilgrimage
My words yearn for the heavenly image

The colourful particles floating in the sky
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Just this one time
Speak your heart
Tell me who I am
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Remember the auntum leaf;
Blown by the wind to the final destination.
Pieces of her, are breaking down.
Scattered in the hopeless lands, her fractions.
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As the flowers wither
Waiting is all I have to do;
Clinging to the memories
Of you; voices animate
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