Leaf Leaf

Leaf leaf floating on the water
Full stop the end to a tragic anchor
An anchor restricting all the desires
Going far away from me like an old bound fire
One you want to hold, a grasp stronger than your thoughts
Weepy and unhappy, only sad as in unwilling to smile
What to say except to wish it comes back
As if it were a nascent butterfly one in chaos and confusion
Isn't it a merciless and menace feel to be far away from home
A butterfly in pity, one which has lost it's way to home
A swift blow as the poet went tired
I tried as my hand's reach seem to extinct, no more coming back
Just a cunning smile that's all it displayed.. Just a cunning smile teasing in daydreams
Unless and unless I will and the poet sacrifices
You'll be astonished to see the beauty in gifting what you love most
The chess board of glass, it broke and the glass of crystal scattered in my heart
Pawn or queen reduced to a vulnerable sparkle.. That's all I see
Hope it sank.. As if not mine I won't let it walk through
Throwing pebble of riddles from distant the one joyfully my leaf dodged
What good come out of it, I consoled myself
What good could come out of a leaf that never settles
Canopy of a long lost tree as the sight disappeared in the silhouette of madness
Over a dark burned coffe without adulterations of sugar
Comforter of distressed and dejected, like my long gone boat
Hiding and seeking the questions long asked and answered
Can't find it any more the monster inside is broken into several and splashed in oblivion of colours
Painting an unfinished canvas of all my forevers

It's 6 o'clock of the evening
And a blissful walk awaits
I guess I should depart
Even the leaf has gone far and far away
Ripples are mild and favourable as usual.. Like it just never existed

By- Debdia Das and Kshitij Sinha
9/3/2018

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