Dust of past

Dust of past

A Poem by Atharva

The dust of past is just like rust 
feels warm when it forms layer 
feels good that something is holding us 
like warm bedsheet in winters
yet dust may cause unreasoned trouble
when layer erodes, goes away,
you are exposed to new rust, new wound.

The rust degrades and destroys you 
deforms you, and defines you as unwanted rusted 
but for we  humans don't rust but form stones of dust 
and from those stones we form castles of solitude 
whose gates are never open to others.

Some choose to forget the dust and let it form desert 
desert more hotter than earthly 
like lost, we lose soul by forgetting it,
like thirsty, we seek the hidden hope.

The dust of past is just like rust,
which binds us to earth, binds us to present 
for who was i in past made who am i 
for dust of past when become ash,
it contains emotion for it is  what god need
to create your physical self from ashes,
and your identity from dust of past.  

© 2018 Atharva


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Added on May 3, 2018
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Atharva
Atharva

Mumbai, Asia, India



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