Lonely Path Poem by Seema Jayaraman

Lonely Path

Rating: 4.8

A lonely path in life they tread
Pair of eyes that beseech
for that one special sight
for that one and only sound
your voice my melody
I seek in a chorus
eyes till scanning hopefully
your silhouette, endless sea
scrapping my sighs from
where it gives company
to my heart sitting in a chasm
I bundle my unexpressed need
Oh life is a sour mead
I left behind yellow memories
Of things that could have been
A hundred births,
the same dreams unfulfilled
In earth's light, Man never gleans
All that can not be! ! !
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 1993 All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
My ole scribbling scrapped from a yellow notepaper dated 1993.
Edward Kofi Louis 03 November 2015

Endless sea! But with hope. Nice work.

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Geetha Jayakumar 01 August 2016

Though walking along a lonely path, where thoughts are flourished in a wonderful way(words) . I just love to walk on Lonely Path if the breeze flow in such a pleasant way. Loved it. Wonderful write.

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Melvina Germain 05 November 2015

This poem is magical and penned with beauty and grace, I love it.....

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Muhammad Ali 04 November 2015

Some sad poems soften the moments. Nice poem

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Seema Jayaraman 04 November 2015

Thanks Muhammad.

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Rahman Henry 04 November 2015

Beautiful poem. ''your voice my melody I seek in a chorus ''

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Seema Jayaraman 04 November 2015

Thanks Rahman, I invite you to read my other recent write - an outcry against human trafficking titled: All trussed up and ready for delivery. thanks.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 03 November 2015

Beautiful lines from life's scraps of paper.One seems to always seek the special sight.

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Seema Jayaraman 03 November 2015

Thank you Tirupathiji, yes life's scraps hold such memories.. I invite you to read some of my more intense and rather longer writes which I had added recently, One against a serious social crime - human trafficking titled All Trussed Up - Ready for delivery and a few others like Why Blame Me A Blood Moon and A Father's Grief. Thanks.

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