A journey that was meant to reach an end-
Will always point to a newer one in its stead.
The misunderstood metaphor of now-
Will vanish away as a wisp of smoke,
Fragile and evanescent as ever.
A reality is only as real...
As the promise of a better morrow.
Nothing is what it seems to be.
A parting gesture of destiny...
May become the gratifying embrace of fulfillment.
When love ceases to exist,
In its place you may find disdain.
Somewhere in the endless void of forevermore....
Only scattered leaves will remain.
15 comments:
loved the last 4 lines!!
deeper you go in..the more colors would reveal!! thats the beauty of poetry!! nice one:)
keep posting more :)
One day you will write a poem like this which I can understand reading only once! :P But I doubt it will be this awesome!Specially the last four lines!
It reminds me of the song by Hariharan,
Nagme hain, shikwe hain, kisse hain, baatein hain,
baatein bhool jaati hain, yaadein, yaad aati hain
Nice lines.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
When love ceases to exist,
In its place you may find disdain.
Somewhere in the endless void of forevermore....
Only scattered leaves will remain.
beautiful words... really touching :)
"Nothing is what it seems to be.
A parting gesture of destiny...
May become the gratifying embrace of fulfillment" Beautifully written.
But at the end you left with memories may be sweet our sour but they are special.
Nice Post.
Dissolve; the only word I can come up with to describe the poetry.
Lovely lines! Don't forget those leaves later nourish new life....
really really nice composition:)
Especially 'Reality is only as real as promise of better tomorrow'
Very meaningful...
It's so graceful. I wish I could write something like this.
Nice imagery.
And, yes, before you ask, I'm still alive. Been tied up trying different versions of linux on my computer and that sort of thing.
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And as fulfillment is to one.
It may be not the same for another.
The scattered leaves blow away in the wind.
The time passes on and so does autumn.
Spring must come; it can never to far nigh.
Lovely poem, Sammy. :)
nice :)
This is lovely! :)
This is beautiful!!!
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