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 😊

[Anita Frader]

Everything inside the heart whether here or there

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Anita Frader]

You're welcome 😊

[Fabian G. Franklin]

When we hold in our arms what we hold in our hearts we are fulfilled. But when we cannot reach our desire we hold them in our hearts nonetheless. This was a good write. I enjoyed reading it.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

A dream of love and togetherness, you are inside my heart...but at the end, it seems like death has occurred...as signaled by the graveyard...and everything seems to be in it...all colors are faded and he birds have chased the sun, somewhere else....
Lovely
Warmly, B

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome!!
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

When love leaves, the days are dark indeed. Beautifully penned and poignant too my friend. Lovely work.

Chris

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊