• He tells me that somewhere
    in the catacombs of his mind
    He still remembers my fragrance
    when a wisp of a scent
    Displayed on the counters of
  • a Department store assails him.
  • He tells me that sometimes
    he smells me in an elevator,
    the fragrance lingering for many floors
    And he fondles his breath
  • hoping to touch me with desire
    Leaning over his heart, telling me
  • You will always remain my prisoner.
  • A lifetime has come and gone
  • Years of nods, frowns, and smiles
    Have paraphrased our communications
    and we have become fluent
    In our own emotional shorthand
  • As we wonder how we let each other get away.

ZSA_MD sayeed

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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15 Responses to Nostalgia

  1. murisopsis says:

    So poignant – you really have perfected your ability to squeeze tears from my eyes!

  2. Leaves me a bit sad but a great poem as always.

  3. This poem indeed is filled with nostalgy and makes me think of your book, Zakiah.
    Love ❤

  4. This is so heart-touchingly beautiful, SweetZ! It brings tears and sighs. The word-pics you created are vivid and they ignite our senses and our emotions. AND all of us can relate to it in our own lives and loves. 🙂 To me, all of this is a sign of an amazing poem!
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

    • Zakiah says:

      Sometimes, the thoughts, the words, the stars, they are all lined up in a perfect pattern it seems. That’s when I put pen to paper and regardless of the time or what I am doing, I have to jot down just words. I am happy I was able to build on them.
      Thank you sweet Carolyn, you are such a morale booster for my ego. I feel like I have told you that before. (sorry) Love you.

  5. cjjustice1 says:

    Another beautiful poem by you, Zakiah! I relate to the various word pictures utilized: “catacombs of his mind,” “emotional shorthand,” especially, and the memory of scents to bring about those feelings that still remain.

    • Zakiah says:

      This is one of my favorite poems. I was surprised when I wrote it. One small word, a voice in the distance, a wisp of thought, some one wearing a perfume that makes you close your eyes… all these little inconsequent things, sometimes charge the memory up and force me to write something.
      I love your comment Carolyn. Thank you.

  6. slmret says:

    I LOVE this, Zakiah — it says a lot about you, as well as commenting on experiences we’ve all had.

    • Zakiah says:

      You are back from SB. Hope you both had a fantastic week together, with family and friends sharing the thanksgiving fare.
      Thank you Janet for your comment here. I didn’t write anything this past week. It was such a busy week to say the least.
      Love you. hugs to you.

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