We used to spend our Summer Holidays sometimes on my grand Father's Estate. He lived in a big mansion surrounded by acres of Mango Orchards. I have never seen so many fireflies in my life, as I did on that surrealistic night:

Illusions, Reality, Fantasy and Dreams...

Somewhere far away in the labyrinth of Time
In the maze of memories in mind
There is a scene etched in time-
Engraved clearly like a fairy tale,
Oft-repeated to become slowly over time,
A dream perched precariously
On the brink of your own reality:

There is a garden full of Jasmine bushes
Trees laden with fruits of Lemon and Lime,
Oranges and Mangoes in bloom coming alive,
Intoxicating aroma of Queen-of-the-night...

I come out to take a peek
At the full Moon on its peak
And suddenly I see the sky
full of stars has descended
into our garden- Paradise!
To create an illusion of firmament
Full of twinkling stars on the Earth
To my innocent gullible mind...

Only to realize, it is a swarm of Fireflies-
Such is the abundance of their flight-
Glowing like stars in the night sky...

And I get a feeling of riding high
Floating in the celestial sky
Of my own fantasy dreams
In the garden of delight
Of my childhood Paradise...

Perched between the thrill of
Illusion, fantasy, reality and dreams...

Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright Zoya Zaidi

The scene is etched like a dream in my memory - a mid-summer-night's-dream...

Image: Starry Nights by Van Gogh

Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2009-12-07 at 23:42

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When I was a boy every summer we would visit my relatives on Long Island New York. I was always amazed at the fireflies on the warm August evenings.
Thank you for bringing back fond memories.