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
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!
She eavesdrops on the silence. (Hmmmmm)