Feeling

(I think my muse is trying to wake up. Hallelujah! )

Why do I feel your nearness
when you are away thousand miles and more?

I feel you amidst a crowd of people
and I search for your face
my eyes travel along the faces of strangers
and return to a soft sob of my heart
seeking comfort.

But the feeling of your nearness
it never leaves me. Like a sixth sense
you engulf me. That’s all!

ZSA©

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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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14 Responses to Feeling

  1. slmret says:

    I love this, Zakiah — such beautiful thoughts of someone far away! I’m glad to see your muse waking up again!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Janet. I think I should edit it to say “a thousand miles and more” instead of two thousand miles! 🙂 Hope you have received my reply to your mail from a couple of days back . Have a great week.

  2. the presence of the absent is like an essence that captivates you such the smell of hyacinths.
    Beautiful poem, Zakiah.
    Love ❤
    Michel

    • Zakiah says:

      I am just happy that I am starting to have some creative impulses in my aging brain. I am also glad that I have finally got all my posts from Xanga archived and saved in my documents. SO this poem was in celebration of that completion.
      Love,
      Zakiah.

  3. This is so touching. My muse seems to have gone on a vacation. I wonder where they all go.

    • Zakiah says:

      Funny! I think mine went with yours and decided to end up on the other side of the continents, waiting for the mango blooms and their fruits!
      Love and hugs Matt.

  4. murisopsis says:

    I’m smiling because this is obviously not the result of a sleepy eyed muse. No, she was faking and is fully awake!! Love the imagery!!

  5. Zakiah says:

    I tell you Val, you are one of a kind! Love you so much. Such a lovely comment. I am glad I am beginning to write again. I think realizing that I am no longer worried about my xanga posts, (got them all taken care of), has taken the stress off, and has given me some hours in the late evenings to do my thing.
    ❤ ❤ ❤

  6. I read this aloud. And then I sighed deeply. (That doesn’t happen very often when I read poetry.)
    I felt this one in my heart.
    I can relate to it in every way.
    Amazing poem, SweetZ!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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