A Mystique's Past Life Regression Poem by Sumita Jetley

The Echoes of Remembrance
A Poetic Journey Through Time

I. The Whispering Past
Beneath the stars of endless night,
She closed her eyes, embraced the light.
A voice, a name—a distant call,
A thread unbroken, yet so small.

She dreamt of courtyards lined with gold,
Of ink-stained hands, of tales untold.
A master's voice, both deep and wise,
A question woven in the skies.

'Murid, tell me, who is near—
The one in prayer, or love sincere? '

II. The Signs That Spoke in Silence
A scent of oud, a jasmine trace,
A shadowed form she could not place.
A calligrapher, an ancient hand,
Etched words in dust, like shifting sand.

'The river bends, but knows its way,
The ocean waits, both night and day.'

She traced the letters, faint yet bold,
The ink was dry, the tale still told.
Her heart beat fast—a name so true,
A love forgotten, yet she knew.

III. The Past That Breathed Within Her
Through dreams she walked, through time she fell,
To candle's glow, to madrasa's spell.
She saw her hands, both young and free,
Dipping quills in poetry.

A whisper brushed against her skin,
A presence warm—she turned to him.
Eyes of longing, deep as night,
A fire concealed, a hidden light.

'You walk the path, yet love you spurn,
But every seeker must return.'

She fought the pull, she turned away,
But love once sparked does not decay.

IV. The Moment of Parting
The night was thick, the wind stood still,
Her hands were cold, yet burned with will.
A wooden gate, a whispered prayer,
A step beyond, no turning there.

He stood in moonlight, shadow-clad,
His face unread, his voice so sad.
'You choose to go, yet know not why,
But love once born does not die.'

She held her breath, she held her pain,
A sacrifice, a fate ordained.
'I love you, Hassan, but I must roam,
For love must wait—I must go home.'

V. The Silver Ring, The Timeless Key
Centuries passed, and yet the chain
Of love and loss remained the same.
Through echoes lost and roads unseen,
She carried whispers in between.

A silver ring, a worn-out name,
A destiny that burned like flame.
A city strange, yet known so well,
A door where olden secrets dwell.

Beneath the dust, a book was found,
Wrapped in silk, yet unbound.
'Remembrance is the key, ' it read,
A path once walked, a past once fled.

VI. The Circle Unbroken
The ocean waits, the river flows,
Love remembers where it goes.
Through lifetimes lost, through stories spun,
Two souls return, two paths are one.

She found him waiting, just the same,
No need for words, no need for names.
A knowing smile, a hand held tight,
A love that walked beyond the night.

'Some loves are carved beyond all time,
Some songs are sung in silent rhyme.
The seeker leaves, the seeker finds,
But love will wait—love never minds.'

VII. The End, Yet Not the End
That night, no dream disturbed her sleep,
For waking was the dream she'd keep.
No search remained, no step was wrong,
For love had been the path all along.

And through the wind, so soft, so true,
A voice she knew, a whisper flew—

'Remembrance waits for those who roam,
And love will always bring them home.'