Constellations and Winter Planets

Paper boats in the day
sparklers at night
hugs and kisses, sweet memories
each like a star in the sky.

Hugs that felt warm
smiles that charmed, tender in the cocoon of my breast~
some twinkling stars, others just lying around
like winter planets, treasured, untouchable.

And when the stars cry and the ground turns white
with their tears, I reach into my treasure chest
and gather them around my soul; not an overwhelming
presence for others,

but my own constellations nevertheless!

 NASAs image of the day is a reflection of stars, planets and galaxies in the worlds largest natural mirror

January 2016.

Above image from Google.

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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28 Responses to Constellations and Winter Planets

  1. murisopsis says:

    A lovely description of what memories can be! You are a star to me!!

  2. slmret says:

    What wonderful imagery!

  3. Your elegant vivid words are like honey 🍯! I could read this again and again!

  4. kim says:

    So evocative!

  5. michnavs says:

    Wow….Zak…just beautiful💞💞

  6. Such a beautiful poem. Love it.

  7. OH! You are blessed with many beautiful stars in your life, SweetZ! Your vivid, heart-touching words express this so beautifully!
    (I am blessed with many beautiful stars, too! 🙂 You are one of the beautiful stars in my life! Thank you! )
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

  8. I like your poem that evokes love memories in the starry night.
    How are you, Zakiah ?
    Love ❤

  9. Nice – one of the earliest memories of your poem also had a paper boat.

    Send you lots of love. *hugs*

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you for the comment and for asking after me Michel. Having some issue with severe back pain these days, and so not able to move around too much. But I am glad my mind is alert and functioning.
      Hope you are doing well. Love and best regards.

    • Zakiah says:

      Matt, i had sent a response to your comment yesterday with that poem from xanga which i had included in my book Gulistan. I don’t have any idea why it didn’t get on to your reply. I am sending it again.

      Remembering Childhood, with Gratitude!

      The green fields of home, where the color green in summer,
      matched the early leaves of spring in this town-©
      this feeling of being away for so long, missing the
      moments of laughter with friends and siblings–
      I miss!
      Give me back my childhood, without a care, where
      my grandmother told stories of kings and queens
      and of lands of fairies and butterflies; her stories
      longer than our nights, and the caresses of her smiles on our souls—

      I miss that too!

      I want those rain soaked streets, with puddles
      where we jumped up and down and splashed water
      all over us, laughter gurgling from the depth of our bellies
      our hair flying in the wind, and the silvery chimes of anklets–

      I long for this!

      Paper boats in the puddles, some washed-up and limp
      our hands pushing them along, giggling at the
      shreds of paper; innocence and simplicity, washing ashore
      wonder in our eyes, longing to repeat the same game

      I remember fondly, and I miss that!

      I celebrate my life, and a mind that can still ruminate,
      thoughts that can be converted to speech–
      Now, seven decades later, I miss my youth, and play
      these same mindless games with my grandchildren,

      So they, hopefully will remember!

    • Zakiah says:

      Please let me know when you get my reply with that poem. Love you.

    • Zakiah says:

      ❤ ❤ ❤ Glad you got it.

    • Zakiah says:

      Tell me about the glitches on WP! Dang, I am trying to post some flower and Paintings of mine, and WP has taken me to a new area of Reader, and i cannot find the media to post the photos or insert what there were from before. Frustration galore!!

    • Zakiah says:

      How did you switch back Matt? I googled, and was told to de-activate, and log in again. I have logged out of it, I didn’t know how to de-activate. I don’t want to lose all my posts and my archives.

  10. Rupali says:

    A beautiful poem.
    I am not so good with words but your poem is heart touching.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Rupali. What you don’t have in words, you make up beautifully with your photography.
      I think, I am sure of this, you have words. All Indians have words in their thoughts and emotions. You just haven’t brought them out to the surface. This much I am sure of.

    • Zakiah says:

      After all Rupali, we come from the land of Tagore, and Kabir, and Saher, and Faiz and Iqbal, though some of them went away to Pakistan after the Partition. My point being, our thoughts and emotions are free flowing poetry, of love and respect and and pride of the land we call Mother!

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