Perhaps you are thinking of me. Perhaps you are humming the tune we loved so much. Perhaps the wind is whispering to you that you should let your hair down, and make the sunshine disappear behind the darkness of your hair.

A million ways of wondering, perhaps this, and perhaps that, and each time I look down and tell myself, β€œshe was a mirage!”

We don’t get to choose our journeys,
sometimes we think we do
sometimes perhaps we do chose
to travel on roads that are not clearly marked
and we trudge on them, without maps
that are useless in the outskirts of dwellings
where humanity and life disappears
through time and chance,
and we stand at the end of the circle,
looking everywhere, looking and listening,
to some forgotten tune, some elusive thoughts,
carried on the wind,
perhaps she really was a mirage!

ZSA_MD February 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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16 Responses to perhaps.

  1. mrswrangler says:

    Hope your week is going well.

  2. The mirage feels like someone’s dreams and hopes from years ago.

  3. There is such wisdom and beauty and poignancy in this, SweetZakiah!

    Your poem makes me think of people who have walked with me on my journey….some for just a few years and others for my whole life. I sure do appreciate each of them! Some who have passed on (like a friend in college who died in a car accident when she was only 25 years old) seem now like a “mirage”…but, when I let myself recall the memories of her, I know she was real and she helped me. πŸ™‚

    Your poem, also, makes me think of myself at younger ages/stages in my life and sometimes “that girl” seems like a mirage to me. But, when I look deep enough, I see she is still with me in heart and soul. πŸ™‚

    Your poem, ALSO, makes me think of those characters in books, in my fantasies, in my dreams and daydreams who have made my life happier and more complete. πŸ™‚

    Sorry for the l-o-n-g comment, but your words always make me think and ponder in good ways!
    HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

    • Zakiah says:

      That’s it Carolyn. There are so many thoughts and words that are trapped in memories, and some small incident evokes the passion of remembering them and I sit down and start writing. Most of my writing, 99% of it is only fictitious. I love to spin tales and make them look like I have lived them. Me bad! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰
      Thank you immensely for your beautiful comments. I truly love reading them here and love the words and your kindness. ❀ ❀

      • You’re welcome!
        Keep writing! You bring joy to my life through your words…and like I said, you always make me think and reminisce! πŸ™‚

      • I always are admiring the Carolyn’s art of writing. She writes with her soul, her mind and all her being .
        Both of you have the same talent to translate in words your sensibility

      • Thank you, Michel, for letting me know you commented this, here! And thank you for your kind words! I am honored that you consider me a good writer. I aspire to write like Zakiah some day! She is amazing! I will keep practicing. πŸ™‚
        HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

  4. How much I feel what your write Zakiah ? How many friends life left behind . They are now far away in the cloud of our memories and we think of them from time to time. I tried sometimes to retrieve some of them but 30 years or more later a wall separates us.
    Meaningful meditation.
    Love ❀

    • Zakiah says:

      Dear Michel,
      I love this comment of yours. “far away in the cloud of our memories” <3, such a profound thought. Thank you for your gracious comment, and for comparing my writing to that of Carolyn. She is a superb writer.
      Much love to you and yours,
      ❀ ❀ ❀

  5. I love your writing. There are sometimes, just simple things–a word, a smell, a site that will remind of those gone on now..or a memory of a long ago time.
    Love and hugs.

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