Falling Away

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Fall, the official season of goodbyes
Has arrived.
So let go of your emotions,
Like smoke goes up in the skies.
High and high!

We have had our jokes,
Lets laugh no more.
We have shared our pains,
There is nothing more to gain.
Boon or bane?
Lets forget each other
Once again.

Forget me, as if I never was,
As if my laughter,
Had never made you pause.
Forgive my intrusion,
In your monotonous routine,
Carry on!
No ripples had there been.
Quiet and silent
Like this fall
Losing every leaf afterall.

Open the book,
Or close it.
No worries!
Every page is empty.

You are losing a reader,
For I am going away,
On an adventure
That’s a folklore.
But the story will continue for you.
I may not hear it anymore.

And life goes on,
Even after it ends.
Remember my friend,
Legends never end.

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Is this the voice of happiness ?

Today I heard it,

After such a long time;

The sound of happiness!

It was a scream of joy

unchecked,

Escaped from a young girl,

Who was dripping wet,

Enjoying the rain.

She could barely breathe,

As the drops came tumbling

One after another,

They did not wait

for her to catch her breath.

 

My heart sank.

For I could not recall

The last time my voice

Had made that sound.

 

Ages had passed

Since I had

truly laughed.

The Man under the Tree

Man-under-tree

I cannot be certain

Of how and what happened.

The other day,

or was it the night?

Perhaps a movie

with the old theme,

Of a Dr. Jekyll

And a Mr. Hyde!

or was it because

of the two pieces

of the cheese laden pizza?

I don’t know the reason

but it happened so

I found myself split in two;

a man who was a farmer,

And I in my home.

We were both the same

But different each.

How we reached,

each other’s thoughts?

I really do not know!

He said he was not happy

as he sat on the grass green

in the village

of his town

I was on my bed

In front of me, a TV screen

in my hand was a cup of tea.

I was happy that he envied me.

then he said he was sad,

I told him a poem to write

or a great picture to paint.

he accepted my offer

and drew the beautiful site,

Scattered around him

Too vivid and yet faint.

I felt a pang of jealousy

for I found out

a skyscraper hiding my moon

and the air wasn’t either

Free of pollution.

we talked and talked

till the night

passed on.

He told me he was hungry.

I asked him what he’d eat

he showed me fresh butter and cream

and soft bread as I could only dream

I looked  down at my platter,

dried beans, nutrient less meat

right out of microwave appeased me.

 

I told him

he was blessed

a man he was, free

standing under a tree.

for all my sources of shade

had long come under the blade.

My only protection

against the heat

were ACs.

he could not understand

and left me as he said

“you are indeed

a thankless weed”