Friday, September 28, 2007



Another memory gets recorded

The album of time holds a new photograph


Jeans shorts and a ponytail

Scrapped knees and a smile that’s rare

An old portrait from a fairytale


Childhood mates with toothy grins

Enfolded in friendship, protected by dreams

Living in a fantasy world, that’s evergreen.


A bundle of roses in anxious arms

Secret message wrapped in fragrance and charm

Capturing the affection of an unsuspecting mind


A day of beginning, a farewell to past

Armed with aspirations, dreams and hopes to broadcast

A sea of flying caps, cheers and speeches to last


White roses and a layered cake,

Kissing lovebirds dancing to a serenade

The perfect ingredients for an enchanted day


Old love that new, in an ancient couple’s heart

Years of laughs and tears, itched in with wrinkles and scars

Giving the impression, history has been kind


Palm trees bowing to a setting sun

Chanting a lone melody and swaying as one

Waving green branches in a farewell song


Flipping through life’s album,

Days and years surpass, with an adieu to existence,

We turn over the final photograph.


© Sherine Meshad, 29 Sept 2007

Thursday, June 7, 2007


Cloaked emotions, wrapped in silk,

Tugged away in backs of closets,

Sheltered in darkness to be unveiled,

Once old wounds are healed and mended.


Old skeletons find means to slip past,

Lock and bolt to glide into unconsciousness,

Drifting past thoughts into dreams,

Escorting wariness in a midnight waltz.


Past and present seem no strangers

Distorted likeness of same self

Mirror images gawking at one another

Through a mudded glass screen of time


Passions pressing against a dame of regrets

Bounded by hurt and hurdled by anger

Dribbles through barriers as sands of time trickles

Drowning wounds in shrouds of the long-ago.


Shadows and darkness both take shelter

As rays of light seep through partially closed shutters

Washing away drowsiness and sweeping restlessness

Folding another layer of reality over remembrance and memories


© Sherine Meshad, 5th June 2007

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Sugarcoated Medicine

Sugarcoated medicine,

Just as hard to swallow,

For while the taste is not as sour,

The tang is bitter still.


Gulped down with loads of water,

Difficult to toss it down,

The pill is jagged, rough and ragged,

Nothing can drown it out.


“Take your remedy so you get better”

A restless voice chant in my ear,

A little white pill will make it all better,

The pain will vanish… literally disappear.


Dependence anew will take its place

A comfort blanket to pull you through

For what could possible drown the blues

Quite like a sugarcoated pill or two?


© Sherine Meshad, 25 February 2007

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Which one are you

Which are you, man or shadow??

Ever varying reflections of light,

Dark casted images, always trailing behind


Which are you, genuine or surreal??

A lie in actuality, manifestation of truth

Reality a refracted image, scattered on mirrory grooves


Which are you, victim or aggressor??

A bullet, the most effective conqueror of youth

War, the only means of establishing your roots


Which are you, pragmatist or dreamer?

A world with mortal wounds, in need of tender mending

Left alone too long, loses its essence of immortality.

© Sherine Meshad, July 7th2006

Saturday, January 27, 2007

New Visions, Unsullied Dreams

Dressed in new skin,

Bathed in the sun disks light,

It's not the earth that needs concurring,

It’s the human mind.

The world outside is just as twisted,

As the eyes see it to be,

A fresh prospect can carry with it,

New visions, unsullied dreams.

Life isn't black and white,

But in all the shades of gray,

Lies a truth easily forgotten,

One that helps you wake up each day.

For while heaven rests in forever

And the now is just a ride

It's for you to make it matter

It's on us to make it count

© Sherine Meshad, 28 Jan 2007

Saturday, January 20, 2007

I blame it on the Movies

I blame it on the movies,

The dreamy gaze I see,

The river of wistful dreams,

flowing off course, running out to sea.


I blame it on the songs,

The twining of souls for life,

The one true love, the forever faithful,

The bliss coming from above.


I blame it on the books,

Land of words and woes,

The place where reality slips away,

And fantasies come true.


I blame it on the poetry,

Love serenades and ballads,

Promises of faithful love,

Vows of happiness eternal.


I blame it on the evening ski,

I blame it on the sea,

I blame it on the flirty winds,

But blame it most … on me.


© Sherine Meshad, 20 Jan 2007