The past lives

Inside me

When i see you there
I saw you here, inside my heart.
When I talked to you there
I talked to you here, inside my heart
When I walked with you
I walked with you inside my heart
When I hugged you
I hugged you inside, in a heaven deep
When I kissed you
I kissed you inside my heart, divine.
When I loved you
I loved you inside my heart, in a dream
The birds are vanished, the colors are faded
Every thing is in graveyard, in the darkest corner
The birds are flying, beyond the horizon
Where the sun sets for ever.​

Reviews

[Kane Hagwood]

In some form, this poem makes me think of past life regression. Or, perhaps it's a focused on lives you've lived in "the past", present in this vessel. Either way--however you spit it--this poem almost gives an undertone of longing for home. Or at least those we considered to be home, within us.

To whomever is on the others side of whatever is to defined as a past life, they seem close. Perhaps it isn't just one person, but many. The last few lines of this poem to me feel even lighter than the start, believe it or not. Where the sun sets forever sounds like, to me, an example of "endings never end." With each ending is really a new beginning. Again, I suppose that depends on who you ask.

This is a lovely piece. Thanks for sharing it, Arundass.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Marie]

I somehow see this finely penned poem as connected with somebody who has died, the final three lines lead me to that belief. The poem is superbly expressed, so loving, tender, warm and romantic for somebody who is now beyond physical love, but continues to be physically loved by the poet. The depiction is so sublime! I like this poem very much, T. P... It speaks to me in some way which I cannot explain! I am so glad I found it and I, thank you for sharing it. Lovely work! Perfect penning, dear friend...

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Marie]

Most welcome always, T. P...

[Ken e Bujold]

memory, ghosts, regrets, the essence of our lives. your poem evokes them all A

[Arundass TP]

You are welcome friend. I am happy to see your review

[emmajoygreen]

To make life real - whether Man, Creature or Anything that breathes the air, we need value, protect, LOVE and learn by it. What and who you have loved, is loved forever; each and every moment shared or thought of so deeply.. lives on and on and on.. ..

'When I hugged you
I hugged you inside, in a heaven deep
When I kissed you
I kissed you inside my heart, divine.
When I loved you
I loved you inside my heart, in a dream'

Emotional words, beautifully said.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful movement of words and thoughts my friend.
"I loved you inside my heart, in a dream
The birds are vanished, the colors are faded
Every thing is in graveyard, in the darkest corner
The birds are flying, beyond the horizon
Where the sun sets for ever.​"
The above lines. I do understand. Hard to do but we must seek new places, some more smiles and laughter. The graveyard is waiting for us and we must run from her. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Lawrence Hartmann]

Wow. I was really enjoying the repetition in the first part of the poem. Then the change, with the dream and the graveyard, was well done. A different flavor then.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Great imagery and use of the senses.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 🙂

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear Arundass TP,
Love seems indifferent here,
love the ending, scary,
great write! Dear,
-----Maynard

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[1809 Black Plague December]

you are most welcome, Dear/ :D

[Mauricio Montoya]

I like this I wonder who we are why we're here and how did we get here but I enjoyed the the read because it brought hope with love I'm not alone, thank you for sharing and filling my heart with light.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Stu. T.H.]

If one knows their past lives, let them mourn for such distant memories. Precious ideals, forgotten but would one day become reality. Melancholic muse, but sings for the best of songs. Songs, that echo memories, the best of its kind. Good one, author Arundass TP.
- Donny Wells.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Sami Khalil]

It seems things that take root in the heart are timeless, meaningful and divine. This poem was romantic with a tinge of sadness.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome friend.