There are a few rare moments in life that remain etched in our memory as beautiful landscapes. The magic of those moments over time takes on the quality of a fairy-tail-of-our-own, filling us with joy, lifting up our soul...
The Crimean Shores
On the Crimean ShoresThe moonlit shiny beach
Washed by dainty waves
Of calm Black Sea
Serene
As in a mid-summer-night's-dream
World bathed in a magical haze
Skylarks curled up in their nests
Gaze
As we bathe
In cool waters of the bay
We are in ecstasy
Of togetherness
Free...
These moments stolen from fate
Linger sweetly in my soul
Stirring memories of yore
The touch of gentle waves
Caressing my naked skin
Linger even today
In the sweetest of ways
I close my eyes
And to this day
The fragrance of sea breeze
Takes my breath away...
And I know
What dreams are made of?
How fairy tale are thought of
How imagination takes a flight
Conjures up a magic
That enraptures us a while...
Blessed are those images
That can be called to fore
From the treasure-house of memory
To ease our troubled souls
Like a balm on a sore...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2005-10-21 at 14:12
Tags Nostalgia 
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