I Am A Leaf On The Wind

Across the avenues and boulevards
Their bodies lay strewn about
Pushed to the side and brushed away
Without a whimper or a shout

In their falling there is beauty
And passersby will gaze
But once fallen they are forgotten
And left lying still for days

There was a time they stood tall
Atop their lofty perches
Sheltering those below and within
Mighty Oaks and Elms and Birches

But time did break their bonds and bodies
Made them pale and weak
And so they left this mortal coil
And slowly fell to sleep

Soon others will stand in their stead
But as seasons go so will they
For this is how life marches on
For this is its way

 

(P.S. To all you Firefly/Serenity/Wash fan out there – Sorry for the mislead ; p)

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A Four Letter Word – Day XVII – NaPoWriMo 2014

What have I learnt
From stories of love, seen or heard?
I have learnt only this
That I have learnt nothing
Nor should I have

I have watched every comedy play out
Every tragedy fade away
Every grief or hilarious happenstance
And they are all familiar
Yet completely alien

In truth I will never have
A “meet cute” or “double take”
I will never find myself
In a game of mistaken identity
Nor be a cirano

For love, real love
Is formless and unpredictable
It is undefinable and indistinguishable
From the rest of life
Or so it seems

Or maybe this too
Is a lesson learnt
Where it should not have
Maybe love does not exist
Maybe it never did

If life is nothing
But a search for the answer
To this unasked question
Is the winner he who answers?
Or he who needs not to?

Jazz – Day V – NaPoWriMo 2014

Bound in cloth
Left to die
Was where he was found
By curious eyes

A poor lost soul
Dazed and confused
Wounded and bloody
Mortally abused

Terrified yet friendly
Weak from its trial
Taken in by a stranger
Given strength for a while

Still standing in the morn
Still fighting to live
He has found a family
With love to give

A new lease on life
And a brand new name too
The world may have hurt you, Jazz
But we’ll take care of you

Evergreen

From open windows
Sights seen of life and beauty
Of radiant sun

Life giving mother
Spread like an ocean of green
‘Twixt a plane of grey

Her ample bosom
Teeming with love and laughter
Families, lovers

Yet I feel a chill
Messenger of season’s change
The ebbing of life

Greying skies above
The leaves in suicide plunge
Falling epithets

But hold, dark visions!
For now is not yet the time
We yet live and smile

Youth not yet abates
And sweet smells of spring yet flow
And I breathe them in

So for now I sit
At open window and gaze
At nature’s bounty

And I think that I
Shall be sad some other day
Today, life is good

Decisions, Decisions

“You make decisions every day. Small ones. Big ones. Whether to stop at that coffee place on the corner before punching in. Whether to wait for the light to turn or just chance it. Whether to get that third pint or call it a night. And every one of these decisions affects the course of our lives. Shifts it in the tiniest of ways in a direction unbelievably the same yet completely distinct. This is just one of those decisions Thomas. And like every one of those decisions, it’s one that needs to be made.

Sure some of your choices may seem more pertinent than others. Whether in the end Brown was better. Or should you have held out for Yale. But who’s to say that changed the trajectory of your fate any more than the decision you made between Butternut Squash Risotto or the Rib Eye the day before your 23rd birthday. Who’s to say Yale would have brought you more success? Who’s to say the Rib Eye would have meant you wouldn’t find yourself with that 33 Caliber in your hand right now.

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The Grandfather Tree

On a grassy patch in a mild meadow
Under the sun of a different age
Grew a tree with slender branches
And the wisdom of a sage

As a young boy for many years
It’s gentle shade was home to me
This is the tale
Of the Grandfather Tree

This mighty Ent stood proud
For many years and years beyond
It was kind and it was friendly
And of me it grew most fond

I held its branches for support
I nestled in its roots
I was protected by its canopy
I was fed by its fruit

But years are kind to none
And soon life dries and ebbs
The Grandfather Tree grew haggard
Its branches covered in webs

I felt too tall for its shade
So I set forth to see what else
The world had to offer
And I came back less and less

But it’s love for me never lessened
Though its branches did shrivel and weaken
It still smiled to see me return
Return to its outstretched beacon

But the body is not as strong
As the soul or the heart
And finally last night
Fair tree and I did part

It closed its eyes in silence
While I was in a foreign land
Cursing cruel fate that kept me in the end
From holding his hand

So now our tale ends
This tale most dear to me
The bittersweet tale
Of the Grandfather Tree

To Err Is Human

Human beings make mistakes. I believe it is in our nature to err. And the day we stop making mistakes, we stop being truly human.

If you believe in the theory of evolution, then you might say that it’s the inherent nature of man to err so that he can grow by learning from such errors. This is basically evolution. Trial-and-error. One grows or evolves by learning from one’s (as well as others’) mistakes and not repeating them.

If you’re more partial to creationism or intelligent design theory then maybe you believe that man errs because he was created not to be perfect. In fact to suggest he was ever so might elevate him beyond his station. For would God not be the only one with a right to that handle? God created man in his image, in his likeness, but not necessarily exactly in his mould.

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NaPoWriMo – Day XI – Tanka Truth

In a far off land
Where the sun shines not often
Lives a boy – Victor
“I miss my home and my hearth
How I long to be back there”

A lawman by trade
Victor lives each day in dread
That he is alone
“I wish you were here with me
I’d give anything for that”

But he must go on
For people depend on him
And life is not fair
“If only I did not care
’bout what they wanted for me”

But one day he hopes
For the opportunity
To right things again
“I’ll do right by you one day
If God will give me the chance”

Till then he’ll live life
That’s all that he can do
Nothing else matters
“Life goes on, as it has to
Next time, I won’t let you go”

NaPoWriMo – Day III – Time

25 years, 6 months and 12 days,
the time that I have walked this earth

Time is a symbol

4 months and 22 days,
the time since I last saw my mother’s face

Time is at once both a healing and divisive thing

2 day and 11 hours
the time since my heart was last broken

Time is mysterious and at the same time so purely simple

2 years and one month,
the time since my heart was last whole

Time moves on whether we can or not

2 day and 12 hours,
the time since I last cried

Time goes forward without us, despite us, beyond us

10 years, 2 months and 23 days,
the time since I last cried and did not feel ashamed

Time is slave to none and in the end, master of all

12 hours,
the time since I last told a lie

Time in endless and yet passes in the blink of an eye

2 day and 16 hours,
the time since I last smiled

Time is a measure of our lives, and a reminder that it will end

Unknown,
the time since I last smiled and meant it

Time is everything and it is nothing

Time is a lie

Corrupted

It is a plague upon each heart and mind
A cancer upon each soul it finds
From noble home and hearth they came
Soon to rise by raising blame

It tore them up and built them anew
All the while their hearts it drew
Into seductive darkness so mystifying
Until they stood no longer knowing that they were dying

They came once upon a time
Full of vigor, in their prime
But each step in the sand proved too harsh
‘Til strength no longer was left to march

Their kingdom come did fall from high places
As the wolfish smile did don their faces
They crossed the desert so long and weary
But the price they paid was o so dreary

Their words of wine did turn to vinegar
Conferring upon themselves, the title of harbinger
Of truth! Of justice! Of freedom sought
For all the ideals for which they once fought

But they are mere words now that fall so hollow
Making each next lie a little easier to swallow
They are justified they say, they do what it takes
That deep below real diamonds hide, below exteriors faked

It’s how the world works, get used to it sonny!
The truth is it does take some lies and money
You can sit aside and judge, if you think you should
But the truth is it takes evil to bring out good

It may be true that I simplify
It may be true that I have an idealistic eye
I may be naive, I may be a child
Refusing to see just how real the world is, how wild

I need to know that the world can be better
That integrity is worth more than the postage on a letter
I once thought I had mentors of highest daunting
Whom I looked upon for guidance when I found the world wanting

But I have seen now how wild the world is, how real
I have seen that sometimes it takes more than just zeal
I have seen that sometimes you must trip your opponents in the mud to win the race
I have seen angels, fall from grace