An offering for the month of April, the National Poetry Month.


My spoken words seem to fade
Losing strength.
The unspoken words
hang heavy on the heart
In anger and solitude.
Ugly memories
weave through my neurons
like bad threads through a fancy rug.
And my unspoken words
Like a symphony without a conductor
Stay in my heart. ©


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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23 Responses to WORDS

  1. slmret says:

    What a beautiful commentary on the inner conflicts you feel! Love this poem, Zakiah!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Janet. Happy Easter.

      • Zakiah says:

        I don’t know what happened to the rest of my comment Janet. Hope WP is not acting up. I am so glad you liked the poem. I had written this in the early part of this decade, and had saved it in a printed book of mine. Yes, the inner conflicts! How they can consume us, no?
        Thank you for the understanding and the support always Janet. Love and hugs.

      • slmret says:

        I think I’ve resolved the issue with my reader — went to the reader/settings, and made sure that the slider was to the left for new posts and new comments (the 2nd and 3rd options). Unfortunately you have to do it for each person you are following, although I think some were ok to begin with. I have one that I’m still struggling with, but I can live with that.

      • slmret says:

        And to you too!

    • Zakiah says:

      ❤ ❤ <3. You cannot imagine how good it feels to see your comment here. I have lost so many of my great friends from Xanga to cyberspace, and anytime someone like beautiful you surfaces, I am elated. Thank you for reading my poem and bothering to comment. Did you know my new book Gulistan is out now? It is on Amazon. Hope you get to read it. Love and hugs to you.

  2. murisopsis says:

    A wonderful poem – as usual! I really am impressed with the analogy of the ugly words to bad threads in a rug. I really wish there was a way to recommend this to everyone or at least like it more than once!

    • Zakiah says:

      Dear dear Val, how good to get such a beautiful comment from you. I have missed reading your posts. I don’t know why you are not on Reader. For the longest time I thought you had stopped posting. Then Janet told me that she was having problem getting my posts.
      Your comments are always so profound in the understanding of feelings and emotions. Thank you so much. I hope you are having a great Easter weekend.

  3. Love this poem. I have begun to read your book when I have time..I’m so enjoying it. Hugs.

  4. These awful “memories” and these shameful words often arise when one awakes half and the heart still dormant”
    Well expressed Zakiah
    Love ❤

    • Zakiah says:

      Dear Michel
      Thank you for the comment. I had written this several years ago, and found it just recently. Since it is the national Poetry month, I thought I would go ahead and put it up on WP.
      Hope your Easter was good and enjoyable with your family.

  5. Amazing poem and vivid images, SweetZ! This brought tears to my eyes. I can very much relate to this poem and to the emotions your words have captured. I think about the ongoing struggle that lives in my heart…one I deal with and try to learn from and hopefully help others because of…
    Thank you for being so open with your heart, thoughts, emotions and journey! You help everyone who reads your poems! I, also appreciate your open hands and open arms.
    (((HUGS))) 😉

    • Zakiah says:

      What a lovely and dear comment sweet Carolyn. Thank you so much. It is said that the worship of the eyes is weeping, the worship of the ears is listening, worship of the tongue is praise, worship of the hands is giving, worship of the body is effort, worship of the heart is fear and hope, and the worship of the spirit is surrender and satisfaction in The Creator. Thank you for your tears, your words from your heart and the how you listen to my wailings.
      Love and hugs Carolyn.

  6. I always enjoy your poems and also reading the comments people leave. It ‘s nice to know how deeply your words can move people. Your words will never fade.

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