The last shedding

Autumns came ,and autumns went…

Winters Came,and retreated spent..

The trees held fast not a twig moved..

The road was bare, cant say it approved…

 

In times of old those formidable trees,

Had many a storm brought down to it’s knees

Standing tall and bare, they braved natures wrath,

There was always that will, there was always a path..

 

Then a couple of years ago,a new twig grew,

The trees loved it,and never wanted to bid it adieu,

And they forgot laws, seasons and even the road,

and kept it naked and parched,a sorry sight to behold….

 

They lost their charm .No, it was an identity they they had lost,

They just held up leaves , they were just leaves crisscrossed..

And the goodwill of the road was forfeited a long time ago,

What ever was left, was not near enough to show..

 

Then suddenly some day, a sudden breeze blew,

Somewhere from some tree,some leaf flew,

The trees tried to catch it ,but it was too late,

Autumn was here at last, you cant fight fate…

 

The leaves continued falling, and the trees grew lighter,

the trees continued resisting, but autumn never faltered.

And at last the roads thirst for cover was quenched,

The trees were mourning ,the road was drenched…

 

And then they,who stood  tall, took one look at themselves,

Shorn of their leaves , splendid, no longer just shelves…

And they stood proud and tall,and what came out of this pain

were enlightned stumps, that would never accumulate leaves again…..

Black..

In the distance a ribbon of black,

Stretched to the point of no come back….

Is that my soul, or is that my will,

Or is it my perception , i do not know still..

My stone heart, or my fallen dreams,

My broken memories, or so it seems?

Is someone else or I,to face it’s attack?

Their life ,or my past,judged,traced back?

In the distance that ribbon of black,

Stretched to the point of no come back….

Is it a mirror ,its it my saviour,

It’s so strange it see something this familiar…

Its piling up,its straining, can it tear…?

How should i find out its too near..

Its the remains of some thing i now lack,

That had burnt ,and has gone all black..

Its inside me , that ribbon of black,

And its stretched to the point of no came back…

Inside my head…

When you don’t believe in hearts, and your thoughts are all rotten,

when you have everything in your life,but ill gotten.

When you have no ideals no principles ,nothing you believe in any more,

And you’re all well fed and clothed, but inside you’re aching and sore.

 

When you’re hanging from a thread ,with fire blazing below,

And your hand gets all sweaty and you cant hold on any more.

And you see your self falling, and there is nothing you can do to stop it,

Cause its all in your head, and your head’s unable to block it.

 

People talk all around you, and you think they are just cries,

People speak you speak, but you know they are just lies.

 

Your child calls out for you, and you give him more money,

But he just wants your love, your poor little sonny…

You start telling him about the world, but you have nothing real to say.

Fairly tales and happy endings ? You’d start his circle of lies that day…

 

Then then you start wondering if your still living…

‘Cause even though you hear your heart ticking,

you feel no joy, no sorrow, no emotion kicking…

And your breast just becomes a grave, for a heart that’s long dead

All thats left for you to do is to lay down your head…

Would they.. if they knew?

Would the dew shine with all its might,

if it knew it would dry in the sunlight?

Would the snowflakes come down so merrily to the earth,

if they knew they’d melt in the warmth?

Would then ever a river gently flow,

if it knew in the sea it had to go..?

go and never come back till all eternity,

lose its own identity…

All things bright and beautifull ,

All things great and small,

All things light and bright,

All things that fill you with delight

dont know what future has for them i store

They are happy till their las hour

After which they are no more..