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The Door Dark as Death

An evocative poem about death and solitude by Shernaz – exclusively for Different Truths.

The door dark as death
Stairs with no destination
The forever fleeting feet of time
appear fossilised
In the dreary greyness
contemplatively
she eavesdrops on the silence
the voice of her soul
urges her to open up
to the immensity of life
her inner realm is not grey
the tartan patches
shine as half-light within her
revealing
the clarity she seeks
these deceptive walls
liquefy before
the miracle of the presence
and grace contained
in and around her.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Shernaz Wadia
To Shernaz Wadia, reading and writing poems has been one of the means to embark on an inward journey. She hopes her words will bring peace, hope and light into dark corners. Her poems have been published in many e-journals and anthologies. She has published her own book of poems "Whispers of the Soul" and another titled "Tapestry Poetry - A Fusion of Two Minds" with her poetry partner Avril Meallem.
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  • Dear Shernaz, your poem compels one to pause and contemplate on the nuances encapsuled on every line! Read and re-read it a number of times. Beautiful!

  • Dear Shalini, your comment has made my day. Saw it just today, that’s why the late response. What more can I want as a poet? Immense gratitude!

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