Lost in the labyrinth of life, Shernaz searches for forgotten dreams, haunted by a mocking spectre of the past, exclusively for Different Truths.
I was wandering in a concrete jungle
directionless, frightened, stumbling
in search of obliterated destinations
They: the ones I wanted to appease…
for applause and accolades
are now blind to my isolation
That little girl in pigtails: I once knew her
she runs behind me
heckling, gesturing...
her mocking laughter
cackles out of the murk I am stuck in
I pick a stone, fling it. She boos, then vanishes.
I feel abandoned. Strange!
The girl with pigtails: she had great aspirations.
rainbows collapse in my eyes ~
vitreous floaters
now refract vision
throwing up phantom images…
I flounder. Bits of unresolved conundrums
form an intricate maze to trap me
Is this a wasteland of the inner being?
I awaken from the edge of a defining dream!
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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Powerful!
Thank you very much
Intense, deep and powerfully woven verse
Beautiful… thought provoking.
I thought I had responded to this comment days back. Thank you for reading and commenting, Swaraj.
Thank you, Rupa. Means a lot to me.