Beyond the doors of Death’s Gate
13 December 2015
Listening
To pitter patter
Of the drops
From my Heart
Gather slowly in puddles
Then freeze on the ground
The laughter
Gone from my eyes’ pools
Darker hues
Colour sight
Life’s paintings slow alternate
Between Light and Dark
Following
Yama and his cow
Treacherous
Slow footsteps
Neither Demons nor Angels
Can sway me from task
Relentless
My call for you rings
Beyond Time
Beyond Fate
Beyond the doors of Death’s Gate
To carry you Home
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Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
The sense of loss is palpable and that call beyond death’s doorstep echoes off the walls of the heart…I see what you mean now, about the form…the shorter lines have such a great impact and it is, indeed, a build-up…well-done, Geetha! Love it! 😀
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Thank you Thomas. I am glad this one was perceived as it was felt. Thank you also as always for introducing a new form of expression to me. I feel I will use this one quite a lot 🙂
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You are welcome, on all counts, Geetha! 🙂 It’s always a pleasure to see what you will do with a new form.I love how you allow your words to become absorbed by the form and I look forward to reading more 🙂
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Thank you Thomas 🙂
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Beautiful, Poetess. Very beautiful.
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Thank you Eric. I am glad you like it. This is a trial of a new form (at least for me) called Shadorma found yesterday on FT’s blog
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