Shernaz verses about loneliness, muse, creativity and more, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths.

A certain restlessness
sands my spirit
filing away at vivacity
creating a vacant room
in the inner realms

Out of this loneliness
possessing my psyche
arise specters
of limping creativity
braced by a jaded muse

Still I write, I write
knowing not what
sense my words make
Do they convey
what I want to say

to the outside world?
Who knows? The ceaseless magic
and beauty of our planet 
slowly seeps into me
I am grateful for all that IS

Wasting no moments...none
of those that I am still blessed
with, in this winter of life
I must saturate evanescent time
with utmost aliveness.

Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths

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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