Love and Dust

Nothing lasts, you said, gently tying,
The laces of your fashionable jogging shoes,
With a glistening in your eyes,
That put our love in the morgue,
As if love was a race just to win a medal,
My mouth was filled with the dust of your words,
Like a modern prep student, I nodded,
The April sky laughed,
The blossoming flower's fragrance screamed,
In the most beautiful municipal park of city
Come, take some rest,
My bed ' s arm welcomed,
The puzzled street lamp covered with
Chase of moth ' s love,
Laughing on the post modern notions
Your words are true perhaps,
About the finiteness of all things,
Even of love, as you said,
Eternal is just, an ancient word,
But my heart shouted, you know,
One thing is there, that still last forever,
And I changed myself into dust,
To make my love everlasting.

Reviews

[Prabha Salimath]

Eternal is just, an ancient word,
But my heart shouted, you know,
One thing is there, that still last
forever,
And I changed myself into dust,
To make my love everlasting.

these lines are really beautiful Hardeep. To make your love eternal taking the form of dust is firstlt everseen nice job.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much prabha

[R Smith]

sadness here as you change to become what your love requires of you, well written Hardeep, another great poem from you :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much Richard

[Pushkar Prabhat]

Heartbreak are the worst.
very well written.
great imagery and references.
quite descriptive.
beautiful poem!
i loved it!
:)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much Pushkar

[Pushkar Prabhat]

you are welcome....!! :)

[Rene Salinas]

To transcend is a a strange concept really and as we are bounded by the concept of time we can't help thinking that the process of everything must have a starting point and an end point. Of course is good to have that otherwise chaos would reign but on the other hand there are other times talking about other things which require another type of understanding. As something that came from before was there while I was there and probably will continue to be after I'm gone is also a innevitable feeling.

How about if love was one fo those things? Love shall never die said Bram Stoker.

Thankyou

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Rene