If I were a falling leaf

If I were a falling leaf
I would have extended
my both hands
resigning from life
with a belief
that I’m about to meet
my creator.
The earth that
shifted itself
for our roots
to grow,
is now welcoming
me in its bosom.
I would happily
meet my death
knowing I lived
a purposeful life.

Happy international day for biological diversity


I wandered in my
own denial
when those edgy skies
hinted way before.
Those shoulders I underused,
those hands retreated fairly quickly
when I wanted to hold them longer,
those smiles praising the other,
those lips stopped enchanting my name;

I had to let go
like shattered dying leaves.
I took the fall for being the flawed one
sucking the breaths out of me.
I kept descending until I reached
Nature’s lap.

Only to realise
all I ever needed was
to trust the process.
I never knew I’d bloom again
after a terrible fall.