Ask the dust

I loose my mind in a glimpse,
Love with a blank head and open heart.
In the time of the Butterflies,
Dreams fly high up in the sky.

She said - Forget your internal strife and your reason!
Believe in destiny and I did.
I was in the peace and a state of happiness.
And I was only thinking that she did not ask for my life.

"Why and what happens to me? "
I quoted a prose to answer this mystery.
"Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things."
Then, I smiled.

She gave me nothing,
Yet, all worries she took away
Only shared her presence for few moments.
I thanked her out of sheer joy.

She laughs at my dreams,
I dream about her laughter.
Within my heart,
a secret blossoms where dreams may go.

Comments

Anonymous said…
wonderfully expressed....!!!
October 28, 2010 at 12:30 PM
Roshmi Sinha said…
Wow! Lovely :)


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October 30, 2010 at 8:50 PM
puneet jain said…
suddenly tera jeevan boondon ki jagah dhara pravah ban gaya. Ek aisi dhara pravah jis mein turbulence aa gaya hain
November 1, 2010 at 2:08 AM
Anonymous said…
"Just in love !"

must be a wonderful feeling....
best wishes...
November 3, 2010 at 10:51 AM
Yayaver said…
Roshmi, i don't promote or demote anything related to prize without reading each and every post. It is same like dynastic politics and merit below relations...

Sorry for being blunt but I stand for some values.
November 5, 2010 at 7:41 AM
Yayaver said…
Anjaan Rahgir, I am able to express love, that is a thing for more happiness for me. It is a wonderful feeling indeed ...

Thanks for coming here for the sake of poem only.
November 5, 2010 at 7:44 AM
Yayaver said…
puneet jain , yahan duniyaa badal gayi hai. Lekin OSHO ka bhi bahut haath hai, iss phenomenon ko hone mein...

Jeevan ab bas raha hai, dance kar raha hai and I am loving the life.
November 5, 2010 at 7:45 AM
Deboshree said…
Isn't love abstract???
countless poems and songs dedicated solely for this feeling-- love. it is paranoical as well as very sensible.
"She laughs at my dreams,
I dream about her laughter."
Sometimes the other perosn only listens and that is just enough :)
Woww!!!
it seems pretty intriguing :)
November 13, 2010 at 9:56 PM
Yayaver said…
Love is the best feeling a person can ever get... but search for love, you will get void. Pursuit for happiness and you will get sorrows. Just allow life to happen to you...

Life is in turbulent mode due to the desire to halt these moments for ever. My Dear, Ask anyone about love and each will give his/her own version of poem.
November 15, 2010 at 2:12 PM
Deboshree said…
NIce point!!!
let things happen to us rather than wait for them!!
I'll keep this thing in my mind, there is so much to learn from everyone around. Does age gives wisdom on its own?
November 16, 2010 at 9:52 PM
Yayaver said…
No deboshree, all the points are easily said and followed with much diffculty. The age does give some wisdom but at high cost of bitter present and sweet memories. That is personal truth for me.

I am searching for my own private truth. Otherwise, I have encountered a person who was pursuing happiness. Then, our ways collided. And I was left behind due to walking on less chosen path.The judgement will not solve the problem. Understanding will....
November 18, 2010 at 10:28 AM
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