My Dazzling Life

I look through my travel journal
And flick through each page
I treasure the memories
Of some merry-filled days
 
The time I viewed the sunset
In Maldives’ warm skies
How the golden aureate sun light
Glittered right before my eyes
 
The day I munched on churros
In Mexico’s bustling street
The sticky luscious caramel
Delectably ambrosial and sweet
 
The frosty nights in Finland
Where I gazed upon the star
Following some constellations
With the twinkling embers so far
 
How I indulged the moment
Sitting by the beach
In Seychelles’ summery air
That I never wished to leave
 
I restore these memories
With the delight that they give
As I fervently await
The hundreds more to live

– SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️

157 thoughts on “My Dazzling Life

  1. I’m loving the epic and living preamble to your epic! The poetry moves me along in a joyful Hopscotch country to country, place to place… and then there was the caramel. I did have to stop there as caramel is a nourishing Kryptonite… well, unless you have too much, then it’s all ok.

    Your rhythm and cadence has a fluid fluency that is welcoming and piques wonderment to closed-mouth smile in silence with temples flexed as I was/am pulled along in the magnetic wake of “My Dazzling Life.”

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  2. Isn’t it amazing how wonderful our lives are if we only stop to smell the roses, or the coffee? It is so important to cultivate an attitude of gratitude so we can really enjoy what we have, whether worldly possessions or those rich memories and relationships that are priceless beyond imagination.

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  3. Loved the closing lines of the verse and I quote:

    “I restore these memories
    With the delight that they give
    As I fervently await
    The hundreds more to live”

    Indeed life is but a running sequence of memory snapshots that we can roll back when we choose to. The verse reminded me of those immortal William Wordsworth lines:

    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.

    Shakti Ghosal

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