On reminiscing about the Symphony of Lights on the Victoria Harbour, after a visit to Hong Kong.
Symphony of Lights
I watch the multi-coloured lights:Blue, rosy and golden hues, dancing
to the music of symphonies of yore,
The sky is blue, the crescent Moon is up,
And in line with it, by a quirk of luck,
Is the Super Star, shining bright as the moon...
The spectacle is grand, lighting up
The Manhattan-like skyline of
Skyscrapers of different sizes and shapes
Ugly, flashy display of 'Progressed Nations'
Romanticized so passionately by Ayn Rand
In the Fountain Head; but, like Roark,
The reality stands naked on the cliff- all
The glitter cannot hide the rich and poor divide...
And the varied hued reflections shimmering on the water
Remind of my own inner light that shines
With its own strength of passion: my eyes
Glaze over, and I remember, the day, when
From your arms, I had stepped out to take
A breath of fresh air, and the fire of our passion
Still aglow in my heart, had created such shiny
Multi-coloured dancing, flickering stars
in front of my glowing eyes with the warmth of your love...
I have never felt that love before or after
In my lonely life... It remains my guiding star
on many a lonesome nights...
Then, all lights pale in front of my guiding light...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright © Zoya Zaidi
27.08.2010 12.30pm - while the rain pours outside....
On reminiscing about the Symphony of Lights on the Victoria Harbour, after a recent visit to Hong Kong.
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2012-04-20 at 13:20
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