Every Dried leaf....

Every dried leaf…


when leaves use to fly and fall on your face

I still remember that as my moment of grace

When wind use to fly and touch your hair

I still remember it use to make us soulful pair

Today we do not have that tree under which you use to stand

Today you are not so free that ,that you allow me to bend

But every leaf that fell on you is dried today

Every wind that aired your hair is pale today

Why is it that now I cannot talk with you without any reason

Why is it so that I have to wait for some odd season

Baby just turn back to me and allow me to say

Baby just burn me that way

And allow me to get your clay

I have always restricted my words for you

But that is just because to add image blur

As leaf has to get dry as per story

And then only I guess you will accept my sorry

What way I should keep the leaf alive

In what way I should make it wind’s wife

As till the wind is blowing

It will be alive

And the moment wind will cease

It will get frozen in just memorable which can then be just believed

As leaf loves wind for its survival

Even I do for claiming my bible

My fable includes you as lead

My table has you in form of seed

Let the tree grow in full shape and size

As then only it will allow a leaf to sway in lonely sight.