Maybe I'm a child
In that when I sleep
The dreams I receive
Seem to beckon to me
Of a far away place
That I used to know sometime
On a stairway to heaven
Connection to a past life
Maybe I know the one
Who looks back at me
From the fog
Maybe its not just a dream
But reality repeated
Deja Vu
In a twirl, circular whimsy
When past and present collide
Maybe the one who is my friend
Is the one inside
We know, we love, we cherish
We give we laugh, we perish
But maybe we're preserved
As figments of imagination
Unseen, unheard...
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5 comments:
brilliant poem like usual... but im a little confused...k more than a little... are u talking abt ur previous life or ur life as a child???
When you're born ur kinda more in touch with who u used to be in a past life- the knowledge of the universe- like in Little Rascals- as u start growing up- u start gettin more entrenched in reality and materialism and start losing the spiritual connection which u later try to regain- i'm tryin to speak of a person who tho she is spposd to have forgotten about who she was is still a child in some ways and still has lingering memories of the dreams she had when she was a child...
hmmm... nice... deep meaning.... heck how do u manage to write this!!!
@ losin my soul
just me...lolz...
@ amisha
thanx babe!
really lovd dis one...i think the best...n ur poems r my stressbusters dese dayzz at work..i keep reading them wen im tired
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