Desert Winds

 

They say the winds of the desert
Dry the aches of your heart.
The fine sands creep into the tapestry
Of the soul and make you desire
And yearn~

I pretend to reach the fevered ecstasy
In the endless mirages of the desert
And imagine your hand reaching out to me
But the clouds that appear and disappear
Tell me how gossamer and fragile my fantasies are.

The desert, it teaches me charity
I try to take from it, the gift of giving
Its endurance and its mystery,
And just like the sifting sands of the dunes
My doubts and desires along with
My aches, find another level~ and

I hope that the winds of the desert
will dry all my aches once for all.

ZSA. 2016.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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25 Responses to Desert Winds

  1. slmret says:

    I, too, hope that the winds of the desert will dry your aches — are you planning a trip towards the desert, or is that just a magnificent dream?

    • Zakiah says:

      Thanks Janet. No I am not planning a trip to the Sahara. A couple of times there is enough for me and one of those I had walked through the sand storm.
      Just visions of things in the past, and you know me, I will write about anything ! 🙂

  2. onthelastlegofmyjourney says:

    So beautifully written and the wonders of Mama Earth always comfort us in one way or another.

    • Zakiah says:

      Yes they do. The harshest of winters make for a beautiful snowscapes, and the arid dunes of the Sahara and other deserts take me to a different level of emotions. Finding beauty in the worst of things is not easy. But I try.
      Thank you for coming over and for the kind comment.

  3. theinfiniterally says:

    This bowls me over. Wow! I think we may need another collection of your wonderful poetry soon. ?

    • Zakiah says:

      Mark, I need to go to your blog, but cannot do so. I click on the id, and I get an explanation that the page is not available. You had told me how I could get to it last year, but now I have forgotten. Dang this old age!
      Thank you so very much for the lovely comment. I love it that you would think this was good. I am TRYING to get together some poems and flash fiction for another book. I don’t know when that will be possible. Thank you always for your support. Love and hugs. ❤ ❤

      • theinfiniterally says:

        Thank you for asking! I know it’s hard to get to my blog on this crazy site. I wish I knew an easy fix. If you follow me, my posts should show up in your Reader and you can get to me from there. Clicking comments will only take you to a defunct username or that worthless gravatar page. (Why do they even have this?!) You can also follow this link, though it would be inconvenient for you to always have to dig it up: https://untemperedtongue.wordpress.com/
        My compliments are no more than you deserve! It is truly a privilege to witness your skillful way with words and absolutely my pleasure.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thanks for the reply Mark. How do I ‘follow’ you? I would love to do that. Then perhaps I can follow some others too. WordPress is a difficult site for me. Xanga was such a nice place to be on. I am just whining.

      • when you click on his blog (untemperedtongue) in the link, you should see a follow on the bottom right corner of the screen. Be careful, if you scroll down the “follow” goes away. You have to be on the top of the page.

  4. i remain voiceless , Zakiah , in front of the poetical strength of your poem .and even if , personally I never went in a true desert , I feel entirely what you write . Such an inspiration !
    grand minds look alike 🙂 I posted also this morning about the wind .
    Love ❤
    Michel

    • Zakiah says:

      Dear Michel,
      So kind you are. I love to write, and you know that. Sometimes the words are imaginary, and don’t have any connection to myself. But I feel the inspiration in my bones and then I know I have to write.
      I shall now go to your blog and read your post. You always make me smile.
      Love, ❤
      Zakiah.

  5. I hope so, too!
    Your amazing weaving of words created beautiful images that brought a smile to my face. I think the heat and the sands can be harsh, but can bring healing! And they are a testament to survival and celebrating that survival!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

    • Zakiah says:

      You have to only imagine and visualize the caravans and the Bedouins who crisscross the deserts and are so happy with the vagabond spirit of their livelihood. They are so satisfied with their life and want for nothing.

  6. cjjustice1 says:

    You have such a beautiful way with words, Zakiah! You weave pictures with your words like a masterful weaver! I read Michel’s wind entry, then came over here to see that you too wrote about the wind. I’ve been seeing the effects of the wind through my window quite a bit lately — the snow drifting and blowing past my window!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you dear Carolyn, what a delicious comment. I love it. It has been snowing here also, for the last three days. not a whole lot, but like snow showers, and it looks pretty. the wind is something terrible though. Freezing the marrow in my bones. 😦 Love and hugs to you. ❤

      • cjjustice1 says:

        You’re welcome, my dear Zakiah. You all in IL usually have a lot of the same weather that we have. It is so pretty! But due to that wind – and snow– inside is the place for me and my joints! 😉 Love & hugs to you as well!

  7. I like the imagery and the lines about the desert healing, teaching charity is very interesting.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thanks Matt. And thanks also for the suggestion about following Mark. I GOT that!! Can’t believe I got it! 🙂 🙂 Mark is such a good writer and I hated not being able to go to his blog.
      Hope you are doing well. Love and hugs.

  8. Great imagery. Enjoyed this.

  9. r_hsw says:

    this makes me long to be at a sand dune, to wash away my heartaches.

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