Walking down the roads these days, there is one thing that never escapes my attention. When I am walking these dried yellow leaves lying on the ground just captures my mind and I admire this natural beauty in separation.I wonder how these leaves once adored the branches of the lush green trees and now they lay on the ground forming garbage. The sweepers clean away these dead leaves and once again the roads look clear as the vast grey stone. I may be called by people as abnormally optimistic finding beauty in such eventual death of life,but I believe that such separation is only a new beginning for a better future.
Leaves turn pale and yellow losing their vigor and when the branches cant stick to these old leaves, the boughs and the leaves part their ways.I find the same reality of breaking apart and separation with our lives.Clinging to old memories,heartbreaks etc is similar to the clinging of these old leaves with the branches of the tree.Falling off and then again trying to start a new life is the lesson that we all should learn from these dead leaves.They fall off from the tree only to decompose and then giving nourishment to the soil for our future trees that have to be planted in our lives.
Leaves turn pale and yellow losing their vigor and when the branches cant stick to these old leaves, the boughs and the leaves part their ways.I find the same reality of breaking apart and separation with our lives.Clinging to old memories,heartbreaks etc is similar to the clinging of these old leaves with the branches of the tree.Falling off and then again trying to start a new life is the lesson that we all should learn from these dead leaves.They fall off from the tree only to decompose and then giving nourishment to the soil for our future trees that have to be planted in our lives.
Holding on to the above thought,I had composed a little verse as follows:
The dry leaves adore the ground in autumn,
Never seen such a beauty in separation,
When partition symbolizes melancholy and gloom,
Leaves’ falling down seems to be a hope in disguise,
Hanging on the tree, accentuating its beauty,
It’s the time for the eventual taking apart from the proud
branch.
The gigantic river divides it into various distributaries,
Flowing down a from the magnificent glacier,
Set on a great journey gifting the elixir of life
everywhere,
For sailing across lands and nourishing the farms,
The division of this water makes a new union,
Union of stagnant humanity and dynamic life.
The clouds letting go off the water when it pours,
Cool and sober raindrops kiss the ground,
The clouds cry only to bestow the soil with life,
And the sun sets when it heralds the arrival of night,
Two facets of a day as the earth rotates,
Seems to meet beautifully at the horizon when its twilight.
Breaking apart symbolized sorrow and grief,
And meeting together is the harbinger of new hope,
But sometimes parting apart is the way of life,
Which cannot be denied nor escaped easily like a fugitive,
Future delight and bliss cloaked in momentary mourning,
But eventually a cause for smiles in the upcoming moments.
