Path Between Life And Death

Path Between Life And Death short poem

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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.

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ammu sachariah

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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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ramakrishnan chatakondu

I am back to my same old body…back to function again….…to spread happiness to others as usual through my poems….

asoke kumar mitra

what lovely imagery……….in between………very lovely write.

Akhtar Jawad

Nothing is definite, dreams are reflections of our beliefs and thoughts.


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