Grief

Grief

Loss of things or relations is a constant reminder to the feeling so abstract yet clear- Feeling of grief.

A strange bonding with grief.

It is but never brief.

When you want to fly,

This uncanny partner takes you high.

It is cross with dopamine.

Do you not bow down feeling it a shrine?

Like a shadow, it stays,

Is it an intimate lover who never strays?

Grief
Heal

I left it in my closet to fade.

At a later date, it met me in sun and shade.

Hey there! I am Shehnaz Gujral and have pursued my career of two decades as an academician. I have to my credit my debut e-book, Antecedent Compendium (Puffins Publishers), a collection of sixty-six poems. I also have the privilege as a featured author in anthologies, Musings Mundane and Mortal (Tacenda Publications), One Hundred Shades of Love (All India Forum for English Students, Scholars and Trainers-AIFEST)

Literature in English has always fascinated me. I was introduced to the world of Shakespeare by my grandfather whom I lovingly called ‘Darji’. It would be mesmerizing to hear his explanations of ‘Much Ado about Nothing.

I love to express myself through writing. I have been writing on and off for quite some time but recently I have come to discover that I can be more consistent in it. I write prose but poetry comes more naturally to me. Poetry is the best form of meditation for me. The way words connect with me feels like a safe haven inside. My feelings and observations rhyme effortlessly, and my words are my best friend. I connect to the inside, detaching from the outside world.

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