Shernaz Wadia

A retired teacher, Shernaz is on an internal journey to find the Highest Truth. Based in India, she loves peace at any cost (a Libran to the core) and believes that no matter what life and the world spring at you, you must always be true to yourself. Life is beautiful and one must learn to live it with an attitude of gratitude. She loves to read particularly autobiographies and other non-fictional works. She dabbles in poetry-writing as a means of self-expression.   

Selected as Poet of the Week
on December 4, 2005 and on March 4, 2007.

Family Matters
How Does It Feel? 

Poetry Articles
World Brotherhood: Love and Peace through Poetry  

Ramblings  
A Tribute from the Heart  
My Truth Fairy  
Rainbow Extravaganza 

Stories 
Sneha 
The Gentle Son 
The Ghazal Singer 
The Master Puzzle Solver   

Workshop 
The Twilight Hours  

Perspective
Detached Relationships  
Do We Have The Courage To Be Kind?  
Let the Eagle Soar  
Non-Violence Still Relevant  
Prayer – An Individual Viewpoint  
The Hydra Headed Freak    
The Laburnum Tree   
The Magic of Awareness  
The Price of Busyness – Must We Pay It?
To Seek Or...  
Whose Responsibility is it Anyway?   

Poetry 
A Poem  
Absurd Aspirations  
Any Answers? 
Attitude of Gratitude   
Beyond Barriers 
Brother 
City of the Dead 
Dearest Friend  
Differently Beautiful  
Dreams 
Eternal Love  
Forlorn Landscapes  
Friendship 
Goddess Lacerated  
Healing Kiss 
Hysteria 
I Cannot Tell   
Inspirational Pauses 
Is God Lonely?  
It is Us  
It May Be ...
Kill 
Kudos! Little Flower 
Little Angel 
Little Lamp  
Lust  
Ma 
Moon 
My Song 
Nature 
Nature's Jhankar Beats 
Now That You Are No More  
Once...and Now  
Our Own Ship 
Paean 
People and I  
Pockmarked 
Prayer  
Requiem 
Serenity  
Silence  
Smoldering India  
Sonnet 3 
Sonnet 7  
Sonnet 10 
Sonnet 12 
Sonnet 13 
Sonnet's Poor Cousin 
Soulmate  
Supplication  
Terrorists 
Testimony of Love 
The Avian Rhapsody  
The Abettors 
The Masterpiece   
The Memory-Eater  
The Octopus  
The Renunciation  
There is Only You 
Time 
To My Daughters 
Too Late The Oasis   
To My Beloved 
To My Friend  
Trapped  
Untitled  
Villanelle on Masks  
Visionless Vision  
Walls  
Weeping Willow and more ...   
When I Am Gone  
Your Dreams  
Your Eyes 

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