Ashes

 

Pristine and pure,

untouched yet broken.

So seemed the face

 of dreams unspoken.

 Hopeless hope betrayed

 and in the end it shattered

 the only feeling

 which ever really mattered.

 And now the ashes ,  

they lay scattered.

The ashes lay scattered.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

pristine and pure never lasts...the ashes lie scattered, so i guess the question is whether or not they can rise again...be put back together...because love gets shattered, dreams get shattered...and then our life becomes scattered pieces of what once was.

[Devesh]

I sure hope they rise, Jacob! Thanks for reading :))

[saumya]

it reflects what i feel right now. but the best thing about bad times is that they don't last forever. i hope the ashes rise. loved it anyway :)

[Devesh]

Thanks a lot, Saumya! :)

[Konigin]

Made me cry. Your work is so pure and raw. Well done Devesh. :)

[Devesh]

Best review I've received in a long time. Thanks, Chels! :)

[Konigin]

No Problem Devesh!!!!! :DDDD

[Sami Khalil]

The ashes lay scattered from the things that matters...A wonderful poem...:)......

[Devesh]

Thanks, Sami! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[BlackRose]

Fabulous piece. All seems nothing when one thinks all hope is lost and nothing is worth dreaming about. One would tend to think giving up is the only option. Those must keep trying and be surprised in due time the good that can come out of it.

[Devesh]

Love your interpretation! Thank you :)))

[BlackRose]

You're very welcome. And thank you for that. :o)