Nostalgia meanders its way to me carving deep into my tender flesh Ancient aches, rekindleA faithful yearning, an incision so deep The wounds open wide, with every thoughtThe forsaken memories begin to bleed This is an ache that never leaves.A passing sailor inquired, if I miss that place.I fell silent, gazing into a ravineI uttered, ‘‘How can I forget something, unforgettable?”I yearn for that distant far off land.The ache returns intermittently, nay relentlessly.With every breath, it pulsates intensively,Through every fiber of my soul, a stampede of raging thoughtsThrob through the ancient ruins that flow deep within meSo I asked him to take me thereTake me by the hand to my sacred corner of solitude,A little heaven tucked away on my hidden islandWhere the sun is golden, the sky a hazy lavenderWhere palm trees stand tall along its shoreAs the dawn sets, I glance to the heavensIt is starrier than everTake me so I can escape, drown,Drown into a realm of blissTake me where a million birds unite to sing their choirAnd squirrels dance to its alluring tune, White silk feathers float along amidst the wind,As it blows smoothly upon every tiny specBelow and above the ground,The Islands beauty contains a fortress of deep riches,Serenity close to the heavens aboveIn the silver moonlight a cascade fallsAnd submerges into the emerald rivière.Here all saints, sages and lovers of the past, reuniteGazing at the hollow above, reciting sweet verses of love,Unleashing ancient songs of Babylon and bringing them to life.Take me! Take me, if you can…I have heard it’s out of reach!Its boundaries beyond reach by mere mortals,Illuminated by rays that sparkle in a magnificent spectrum,Incapable of being seen by normal beings. Mystics foretold, its waters are hot fires blazing,Perpetually, glowing with embers of Yusuf’s beauty,Upon one glance you would become wretchedLike a wanton, whose soul is aflame and consumed by desire.Only a charismatic,An honorable being has the evident tendency to witness it.Quench my thirst – for its glow has generated a fascinationWithin my every pulsating nerve.Oh, hear me, I swear!My soul is tainted and tortured. Aye, I hopelessly wanderAs though bewitched by the phantom of Zulaika’s shadow.Take me if you can by the handFor, I lay here as its victim,Hypnotized by the secrets of that IslandHidden somewhere beneath the illusions of this world.The writer is a lawyer and social activist. She is an aspiring author who loves poetry and humour. She tweets at @ammara_gulPublished in Daily Times, January 11th 2018.