Under the silver twilight love walks away
The silhouette growing smaller
Disappearing in the oblivion.
Leaving behind a storm of darkness.
Giving a feel of a hundred arrows
piercing at once
That’s when the heart looks inside the void
And wonders what had created the chaos
What churned the life for a lifetime
Pursuing bliss ephemeral,
Is love for real or just an illusion
Or mere delusion
Or fancy of a youthful heart
Or a myth of folklores.
For if love was genuine
Then why it proves a travesty
Doesn’t love make you smile,
When you first feel the vibe,
Exuding an aura of bliss and joy
Then why does it fade away ?
If altruistic emotions are its creations
why does it wax and wane
and hides behind shades
turning into a stranger,
to the one whose space it occupied.
the weight of which felt ,
only once gone.
Causing deep impressions,
Leaving a heart scathed for generations.
A serviceable, yet melodramatic poetic divertissement.
Thank you Sir Louis Kasatkin.
Interesting and pertinent musings on the conundrum called love.
Thank you Sir Vijay Nair.
Love and its many shades……realistic poem…Good write 🙂
Thank you so much Anoucheka.
intensity of love lasting for a short while and then all blown up like dandelion flowers in the wind…
‘Leaving a heart scathed for generations’…Wow!
Dear Pushmaotee Subrun ,
Thank you so much for reading and appreciating my poem. I feel you too feel the pain of love s I do.