Dust and Me

I presented the relation between dust and me in a dramatic manner

I wiped the shirt covered by dust,
With frustration and discomfort.
It was the filth beneath my shoe
Trying to trespass through.

Ignoring the thoughts
I walked it past,
But suddenly huge wind starts blowing,
Dust also starts flowing,
Taking the shape of sculpture
Like my shadow in the mirror.

Thunders reverberate in mind,
A scene flashed of my dying.
As dust's sculpture and me joined.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

A very intriguing read; beautifully expressed within few words. Loved it!

[Wayfaring stranger]

Dust around us and inside us and after us. You make reader think about purpose of own life.

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Well create with just few words. Point out importance of live, love and death. Well done.

[AcasualPawn]

Thanks for understanding broken English

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You welcome I really like it.

[not your muse]

You have beautifully imprinted the relationship between you and dust which eventually connects with death...

[AcasualPawn]

Thankyou for your understanding..

[wordman]

from dust we came and dust we go,,loved it

[AcasualPawn]

Its my honor, that you enjoyed it

[wordman]

my pleasure

[Minerva]

This very much reminded me of Genesis 3:19

[AcasualPawn]

Well thankyou Athena,for passing by

[neeyati shah]

i love your writing style . It gives a strong message that death is inexorable .
wish it were longer.

[AcasualPawn]

Thanks neeyati for your review....

[John the Baptist]

I think the poet is here speaking of the inevitability of death. Dust is an ancient symbol for death: "From dust you came; to dust you shall return." In modern times, the American group Kansas recorded a song called "Dust in the Wind," which was a meditation on impermanence. In this work he looks upon the dust on his shirt and sees it as death trying to "trespass through." Though he tries to ignore it, the wind blows up a dust storm that takes the shape of a sculpture "Like a shadow in the mirror," the shadow of death. In the last verse the sculpture and the speaker merge, a symbol of death's final victory. Not a comforting work, this, but a reminder of the words of the Anglican Book of Common Prayer: "In the midst of life we are in death." Well done.

[AcasualPawn]

Thanks John for your appreciation....

[AcasualPawn]

And information

[Raven Moonchild]

(applauds) Dude, this is amazing!!! :D Dust always does seem to come back and make a nuisance of itself, making us run away faster.

[AcasualPawn]

Thankyou raven for your kind appreciation.. Just a casual PIG hope you will pass by again...

[Raven Moonchild]

Thank you for sharing your talented mind. :) And you are no pig, my friend. You are a brilliant and creative person. And this poem proves it. :D

[Tazeen Ahmed]

How situations change and spontaneously turn unfavorable.
Mesmerising!

[AcasualPawn]

Thanks tazeen for your appreciation. I hope you like it...