Was it yesterday
I seem to have forgotten
I was alone
I was pensive
In solace
I gazed upon my thoughts
I left my life behind
I travelled my soul to the end of time
I want to take away what I left behind
For Life is fickle and unkind
For now time holds my fate
For now I must live and wait
Was it yesterday
I seem to have forgotten
Tranquility of the mind
My soul is made of time
Upon my parting
I had whispered the truth
Upon my awakening
I shouted an answer
Upon my realization
I sought an interpreter
Blind
Deaf
No one to hear
No one to see…
Was it yesterday
I seem to have forgotten
Upon my birth
I will forget the end
Upon my death
I will remember the beginning
And on this day
I seem to have forgotten
I am alone in peace
I am in solace complete
On this day
I have found my way
Journals Of Enreal 
divine…..
Enlightenment in a trice.
Learn to unlearn for space. Worship of work for pace. Mind to no mind for surface. You to yourself for own face. No one to know one for grace. Touch one to everyone for solace. Shower happiness for human race. Sing new life for life’s ace. Live now for god’s place……………………..
Ram… beautiful comment. thank you for sharing your thoughts
What a beautiful post..
You are truly wonderful…
fibi~ as are you my friend, thank you
Nice work.
thanks mossy 🙂
From beginning to end, every breath has purpose.
indeed tobeme… every breath
very beautiful, you should be in my creative writing class. it has been a while since i’ve visisted your page, i have been very busy. i like the new layout, it’s very pretty and the colors are soft and easy to read. thank you for all your comments and especially the one on my last post. that one took a lot out of me. my instructor says i suffer too much for the class, i think i suffer way too much for my writing in general but…. don’t we all.
indeed we do Charles… thank you
Lovely. It flows just like life.
thank you BPBG… glad you felt the rhythm
this is amazing, it flows so well and interwines winthin each sentance ! mesmerising
thank you and welcome to my words 🙂
divine…….
Birth is like start of the film, death is like end of the film, life is to watch the film to know your role and my part.
” a cosmic dream work productions ”
……Name has no meaning and meaning has no name ,knowing meaning you can dance with
different names, different roles, different films but on screen comes the original either at the start of the film or at end of the film that is mostly the case ,you are blessed one divine that it appeared at the start of the film…….enjoy your roles ……and names……
bless you….
Review:- film is neither real nor false, know your words and world of present film, no dialogue from past or future films.
enjoy the film………….
ram… you leave such interesting comments! very creative, they add a new depth to this piece. thank you
Very meaningful poem, I really liked the following lines
Upon my birth
I will forget the end
Upon my death
I will remember the beginning
And on this day
I seem to have forgotten
thank you soul stirrer!!! Glad you liked it