#pastlife
science says light is faster than sound,
but that is not the case when you’re gone.
i hear symphonies,
and the streetlights hum along with the wind,
but all i see is nothing.
i hear whispers, but can't see a thing,
is darkness something?
my coffee cools in every note that plays;
i sip, with grace, got lost in the aftertaste
while shadows form not from light
but from sounds
that i heard
when light was still faster than sound
you are the life i left behind,
but i still search everywhere,
even if you are nowhere to be found.
time steals whimsy,
time unwraps melancholy
like a slow sheet of music,
turning readers into bleeders,
pens weep in rhythm with the aching heart,
hopelessly, every time i open my eyes.
even here, in warped streets and humming lamplight,
everything is askew.
yet i stay,
because leaving would dissolve the music,
and i cannot let go of the echo of you.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 8:28 AM UTC
I feel her breath, though she’s unseen,
A heartbeat whispers where she’s been.
We’re bound by souls, not flesh nor bone,
In past lives’ echoes, love is known.
Her eyes, they sparkle, stars in night,
In darkened space, a guiding light.
Though seas and oceans part our way,
In hills and valleys, thoughts do stray.
Her hair, a breeze that cools my face,
In every strand, a tender grace.
Her gaze, a dive into the deep,
An ocean’s pull, a love to keep.
Her hand in mine, I soar above,
On unicorns through skies of love.
Over rainbows, high and free,
In her touch, my heart’s decree.
-P. Sri vardhan
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
It's a beautiful summer day,
Sunlight rests upon my face,
Its warmth recalls your hand in mine,
And I drift into the past,
Until my eyes begin to shine with tears.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
I'm all for love in case you haven't yet been told
and not for any amount of money can it be sold.
You may well ask what price this love would fetch
if traded on the open market by a hand to stretch?
The answer would be that on whatever given day
this love in my heart isn't for sale at all anyway.
No one, except God, could have access to the source
out of where love springs from and knows its course.
Attraction and repulsion are the main forces at play
and determine at what distance one's love will stay.
An awakened spirituality is based on universal love
that's blooming in the heart with a light from above.
We all have an urge to go beyond a certain limitation
that's been holding us down without any justification.
Past life impressions hidden in the subconscious mind
can play a significant role in life that's mainly to bind.
Pure love freely given can have a transforming effect
on all those around who imbibe its goodness to affect.
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Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 6:09 PM UTC
I must’ve known you in a past life
You feel so familiar
Even when I didn’t know that I knew you
I knew
There was something in the way
The warmth radiated from your skin
Caramel macchiato I drank you in
The baritone of your laugh
You were so familiar
Yet we had just met
Your silhouette
Was one I had seen before
But not in this lifetime
Were you mine in another one?
Slipping through my fingers like silk
Always one grasp away
But you’re never gone
The way you remain like the rain
Soaking grass in spring
And I’m thirsty for you
For endless nights talking in darkness
Till light came in again
And never running out of words
But even as we spoke it felt so deja vu
Don’t I already know you?
How do you know me so well?
Like your code is written into my cells,
I feel you on a molecular level
Your soul intertwined in mine
But never fully actualized in this timeline
Years and years come and go
But your “aww” and chuckle never fade,
I hear it like you smiled that way you do
Like it was yesterday
Time a construction that doesn’t function
In the realities in which I know you
I have known you
You’ve been mine and I yours
In lifetimes before
In present, eyes closed I manifest
My me’s and your you’s
Subconscious whispers traveling
Through time and space
Dimensions unknown
But I know
It’s you and you know
It’s me too.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 5:00 AM UTC
Sailing soft, frozen in time--
Sat on your chair where I could've sworn
I saw a past life regression flash along
Your face. Stuck there now,
I'm alone now and forever forth.
For years I stored half my cash into a box
without second thought
just to end up spending it all in six months.
that last crash erased all the academic pablum
that proved less required reading
more distraction.
Just a border now,
head against an extending wall,
Witless and stonecold sober;
At ease with every unanswered craving
And coexisting with a life where nothing goes
according to plan.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
I am old.
A romantic soul
Lost to the chasm
Of this tethered, mortal body
Floating through speckled memories
Of a life I used to love.
Weightlessly
I can only watch.
Waiting for
this young flame
dancing in the dust
Of past lives and love to
Forgive and
find it’s place.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
i have lived a thousand lives
i will live a thousand more
i was a sailor
a fox
a tailor
an ox
a servant
a liar
a serpent
a dragon breathing fire
but no life will compare
to the one where you were mine
my wife
my breath
my life
my death
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
maybe in the past life,
we met each other
as the sun and the moon
during the first eclipse.
maybe we met
as the wind and
that mailed letters that flew
out of a messenger's bag.
maybe we met
as the shore and the sand,
and we carved our promises
on tree barks
to meet and fall in love again
here,
in places made of sunsets
behind skyscrapers
and storms that fit
inside these words.
and now,
trees have gone scarce
but i'm carving a new promise
on your lips with my ink:
let's meet again in the next life
and i hope centuries from now,
i'll meet you in the peak
of the ferris wheels;
you were still scared of heights
when we lived our third lives.
i hope i'll meet you
when i look away
after making up constellations
from the first stars that
come in with the dusk.
i hope i'll meet you
in coffee stained shirts
worn in underrated poetry classes.
and in case
we get to read this poem,
i hope can we recognize that
it's written by me.
i hope we can recognize that
it's written for you.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
Memories I never made flashing in my mind.
All of the pain, from a past life.
A life I never lived.
A life in which I sinned.
But at least I wasn’t alone.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
If I could go back in time, I would.
Go back to a time nor peaceful
but when I held you in my arms,
everything felt okay.
I remember your eyes, and the way they would sparkle
and the way they'd crinkle when I had made you laugh
and how could I forget the sadness in them,
when I had told you I was leaving
I don't think you believed me when I told you I loved you
but to be fair, I didn't believe you either.
We were taught that our love was a sin,
and thus we were too scared to call it such.
Sometimes I think about the hill, the one we'd meet upon,
and sometimes I'll cry as I see your silhouette in front of the sunset.
You have always reminded me of the sun. So bright, so... you.
I suppose the sun thought so too.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
In our past life,
you said you'll back to me.
Back into each other's arms once again, ready to start a new journey.
When I saw you for the first time,
I knew it was you.
Did you realize it was me too?
Finally after all these years,
back together.
But now you shy from me.
Why do you hesitate?
I guess I have to show you that it's time, that we're reunited again...
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
I miss sleeping next to my mother
I wish this sinking feeling could stop
But isn’t that what adulthood is like?
Never ending emptiness just to wake up
And relive it all over again?
I miss the days when I was juvenile, a little girl running
With friends at her side
I miss those Sunday evenings with dad
Eating nuggets and coconut ice-cream
While watching the birds sway by
I miss those days when I knew nothing about love,
The heart break and disappointment it brings.
I miss the days when I didn’t have to worry about responsibilities Tying me down
But you really tied me down
And I have myself to blame
For swallowing up your words
Like venom in a bottle
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
.
The forced tangent of life
became an adventure that lost
and so this shell sits on air
reflecting a balance of the cost.
There was an instant in time
where the physical held its sway,
pushing back the dark of years
and emerging into a sunny day.
But the blush of an eye moment
rebuilds a visage of ancients.
The turbulence of discord asserts
the demise and sin of patience.
© Pagan Paul (02/02/18)
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
There lies a rage inside.
Deep within, away it'll hide.
I taste the venom now and then.
The shadows slowly creeping in.
I dare never to let it go.
To turn reality into a hell I so keenly know.
Visions in my head, loop, again and again.
Begging hands to act in both blood and sin.
Just a shift, I can never lose control.
Of this ageless battle within my soul.
Else darkness will descend,
spread itself inside my skin.
Born with a secret from lives long passed.
Every body a vessel not meant to last.
I see it now, a cycle on repeat.
This cursed bond birthed in hunger and deceit.
In the end we always meet, eternal.
Through the burning flames of the infernal..
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC