I was in a deep silence Without knowing what happens around. My eyes were closed My body was stiff I realized, I am weightless and flying to some where. I was floating through a narrow tunnel between two different worlds It was a deep, cold tunnel. I reached to a white light of peace I could see white clouds floating around It was a paradise with golden streets. There I saw some one with divinity sitting on a gold throne Angels with white wings were singing and dancing around I looked here and there to find someone familiar But that world was completely strange Suddenly someone forced to get me back on track Again I flew back through the same cold, dark tunnel with a jerk I entered somewhere I am back to my same old body, back to function again.
I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.
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6 Comments on "Path Between Life And Death"
I am back to my same old body…back to function again….…to spread happiness to others as usual through my poems….
Feeling happy to see your inspiring words. Thank you.
what lovely imagery……….in between………very lovely write.
Thank you for your appreciation.
Nothing is definite, dreams are reflections of our beliefs and thoughts.
thank you