Monday, December 14, 2015

Priceless and Precious--Lost for Ever

Voices heard years ago
Now lost,
Forever and more.
Do they linger
In the air?
Not heard by me,
But very much there?


I ache to hear
Once again,
My name,whatever,
In voices dear,
Priceless and precious,
Lost forever!



Yesterday I had a very vivid dream of my mother calling out my nickname.I was upset throughout the whole day and then I wrote down the thoughts which were churning inside me.

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  1. I just lost my grandmom... cant totally understand and relate with this poem...

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    1. I am sorry Archana,it is very difficult to accept such losses.May she rest in peace.

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  2. Yes, it hurts when we no longer hear that loving voice.

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    1. True Indrani-it is hard to adjust to this.

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    1. Rajni thanks for reading and connecting,the hurt comes back at any moment,even after years.

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  4. She called you to offer her support and love. Rest assured that things will get better -- those that are already good and those that aren't so good. Hugs.

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    1. Thank you Zephyr,i love this way of looking at it.Really,i had not though of this.Thank you once again.

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  5. It is difficult to be in such situations. Remembering God is one way out.

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    1. It is a bitter reality no doubt,your point of view is therapeutic.

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  6. Yaad karenga maape apne
    Sajan yaar gawache apne
    MOH MAYA DE JHANJHAT KOLON KITHE NAS KE JAAWENGA. ..

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  7. Yaad karenga maape apne
    Sajan yaar gawache apne
    MOH MAYA DE JHANJHAT KOLON KITHE NAS KE JAAWENGA. ..

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    1. Kite nahin ja sakde Bikram,sach hai.Yaadaan har jagahn pichaa kardiyan ne.

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  8. I've lost my dad and I miss him every single day. I know what it feels like, and nothing said or done by anyone can make amends. May God bless her soul.

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    1. I am sorry for your loss.Fathers are like a roof over head,the very basis of our existence.Nothing and no one can fill this void.

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  9. Very beautifully written. Those precious voices will always be out there and will provide you with comfort and solace when you need them.

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    1. Oh Raj,you show me a comforting way of looking at it.
      Thank you.

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  10. Glad that your break is over and you are back! :)

    Cheers
    Khushi

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    1. No Khushi,this poem came out jabardasti,i intend to take it easy for a while.
      Love and good wishes.

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  11. This is so indescribably beautiful...haunting.
    Have a wonderful and prosperous New Year dear Indu!

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    1. Thank you Colleen,this is a wonderful start to my day.
      A Very Happy New Year to you and yours.
      Love n hugs.

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