Monday, December 6, 2010

Many lives

I have already lived many lives,

many new beginnings and

just as many ends.

I am reborn many a times; each




from the old ashes.

Every beginning,

a birth, a whole new cycle;

every end,

a death, a silence of promises beyond.

All that I carry are the

remnants of a handful of moist memories

like a dry, old, forlorn leaf,

kept inside the pages of a book for ages,

and now all it contains,

is a colorless skeleton presence.

I keep that leaf

in between the lines of my poem,

among the layers of my smooth melodies,


some or may be just one of you



would recognize its long forgotten, lost color

and relate.


The Unknowngnome said...

The color has not been lost. It is a pigment of an ever-changing hue.

Celestial Dreamz said...

^ :)thank you so much.

Kim Nelson said...

I DO relate! I have, a few times, encountered others who I must have known in other lives. I see their colors. I understand more than I should...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so relate to this poem, and have written on the same topic back in the archives:) I love the "old forlorn leaf" between the lines of your poem.........Yes, I see the color, and relate! Good poem!

Anonymous said...

Even I have done that! Mostly clovers though. smiles..