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FRENZIED by Shernaz Wadia

Searching for the meaning of life--for one’s identity in this crazy world--one often goes around in frenetic circles. 

We keep forgetting that life is in the Here and Now and so the merry-go-round won’t stop. What seems so simple – being and staying in the present – is the most elusive, leading us nowhere yet bringing us back to ourselves. The paradoxes of Life and Truth!


Frenzied
by Shernaz Wadia

I am the wave crashing on the shore
in search of the ocean

the dune rolling about frantically
looking for the desert

the jasmine seeking its own perfume
that is who I am

And the star beaming away in space
wondering where its light is

I am the deer darting around crazily
craving its own musk

I am the flame leaping and crackling
As I chant, where is the fire, oh where?

Searching, wondering, craving, leaping, 
I have become a tumble-weed
Chasing its own core.


Shernaz Wadia is a retired primary school teacher, and lives in Pune, India. Her articles, short stories and poems have been widely published in web journals and anthologies. She has published ‘Whispers of the Soul’, a collection of poems and “Tapestry Poetry” – a genre of poetry, developed by her and Israeli poet Avril Meallem. More about this form can be read here.  









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  1. nsmurtyJune 14, 2016 at 12:15 AM

    My friend and a very good contemporary English poet with fine sensibility.

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