Will you still.............?

[GEETASHREE]

If you knew it was not the truth
Not what it seems
Not how you perceive it
As the solidified reality of "now"

Will you still be surprised
Agog with wonderment
Ruminate reminiscently
On the sublimity of the moment
Reason a rationale
Try and fail
Then wait for Eternity
To return history
On your lap?

Will you still love the idea of love
Let it bewitch your heart
With all its entrapments
Enchant your thoughts
Provocative as a mirage
Eternally sought
Invariably lost
Infinitesimally close
Infinitely ephemeral
Transience surpassed?

Will you still.............?
Tell me the truth
Please

Await aeon
For the quintessential moment
In time when you met and digressed
In your linear mobile?

Will you still believe in it
Which can never be caught
In the grip of your fingers
In the glint of your eyes?

Will you still remember
Let it torment
By its tempestuous beauty
By its torrid torrent?

Will you still recall
The madness tempted
In the haunting nights
In the solitude of days wasted?

Will you still..............?
Tell me the truth
Please.............

[Jerrybaldy]

ahh Love and disappointment. Find someone new:smile5:x

[blazeofglory]

This is ludicrous to love it sounds. But we can not stay anymore unloved for a moment. Rightly uttered here we are after a mirage eternally, and man is waiting on and yet this becomes transient and ungraspable. Once possessed by the specter of love man acts idiotically. Love is a toxicant and once you are overridden it becomes a blinder and will visibility abates with the doses of it and all you see is a colored delusion, the color being love.

Geeta is provenly an undisputed poet and what distinguishes her from the mass is she can amicably translate what she thinks into gems of verse. Thinking through her gifts of versification she can outlive the moment in time and emerge as a bona fide poet.

[GEETASHREE]

ahh Love and disappointment. Find someone new:smile5:x

I love this.

Extremely pragmatic.

I love this, once again.

But I suppose, the answer to my query should be a "yes".

Otherwise, cynicism will have a devilish grin pasted on its face.:smile5:

[GEETASHREE]

This again is not a love poem but to view emotions like love shorn of its glory and entrapments whether it has an identity of its own or just fragmented into various relationships.