When the crowds leave,
you to yourself.
And the music has dimmed,
it’s celebratory sounds.
Does your silence weep,
or does it smile?
by Shenaz Wahid
While nature and prayer, carry a deliciously sweet silence, the silence I speak of in this poem, is the one we meet at the day’s end, the one that is revealing.
My silence has both smiled and wept, when life has willed.
Heartbreak too was a blessing in disguise,
As beautiful as one,
I couldn’t have imagined for myself.
A trick by the angels,
Impelling me to find worlds,
I would not have otherwise known.
by Shenaz Wahid
I wrote these words at twenty-two when I exprerienced my first hearbreak.
There was beauty in that loss retrospectively because it cracked me open deeper to myself and my dreams.
May we find the beauty in our every wound.
May our wounds shine, in time.
Clouds are rivers,
seperated from the earth,
Only to come back laughing,
as the rain, to meet the sea.
It is the same with love.
We meet here now,
but we’ve known each other,
from eternity.
– by SHENAZ WAHID
Shenaz Wahid 
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