Thursday, 16 October 2014

twinkling eyes

seeing but not seeing 

i come to visit 

knowing you are not there

in the warmth of my memory

you reside happily

twinkling eyes teasing

  smile hiding behind the stern lips

erasing the line between life and death

the dance of souls continue in different plane






16 comments:

  1. Sigh...that last line is glorious Arathi....I absolutely love this poem. Our memory and our dreams are a place we have the opportunity to appreciate our loved one's twinkling eyes once more.

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  2. though in memory they Still Live erasing the line between life & death.... a beautiful thought Arathi :)

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  3. though in memory they Still Live erasing the line between life & death.... a beautiful thought Arathi :)

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  4. This is full of life and hope. Well done.

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  5. Loving " the dance of souls continue in different plane".

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  6. Very much feel the hope and comfort in this.

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  7. the dance of souls continues...yes...
    and they are not there...but by the grave their memories linger....

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  8. I too was struck by the last line. Lovely!

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  9. I like the twinkling eyes and the smile you remember. And I agree that your last line is perfect.

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  10. This is beautiful. I do truly hope that the dance of souls will continue and be even better than any dance that happened before the grave!

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  11. Is this for Poetry Jam? There's no reference and the link brings you to your blog, not the specific poem that goes with the prompt.

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  12. "erasing the line between life and death"
    I like that thought

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  13. Lovely poem, Arathi. Memories of our dead are what keeps them alive in our soul.

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