Three sides of the same coin.

Hello Readers,
I would like to begin this with few questions.
How many of us actually think about others while doing what we do?
How many of us do really know what others felt about us while we were doing what we did?
Well, let me explain with an example…….
At some point or other, due to some reason or other, we all would have felt how it is to lose the one close to us.
But how many of us know how the person we lost felt about the same?
In this rather long poem, I have tried to see the same incident by placing myself in the shoes of the things involved. I saw a world of difference by doing so and would like to share the same with you all. For next few minutes I would urge you to let go of yourself and who you are and see the world from the following perspective.
The other day, I could not help but notice how the branch of a tree on the terrace of my house, was bowing down to me as I laid there reading a book under the shade of that tree. The wind was harsh and I could see the leaves being blown from their branch making it look like a rain of leaves. What a wonderful sight, I thought to myself.
Soon a young green leaf fell on the book and joined an old leaf which lay there as my book mark. This reminded me that the old leaf was from the same branch which had fallen a season ago. I suddenly realized that the green leaf was to be on the branch and not cut away from it… The rain no longer looked beautiful ………but looked painful.
This made me think as to what would have gone though these speechless creatures and made me write on their behalf……..

• This is how The Leaf saw it…..

Bit by bit as the leaf leaves the branch,
And begins the travel down to earth, it looks back,
At the branch which held it tight, when
Wind and rain slashed it, days and nights.

Not to part, it cries,
Would have shed the tears if it had eyes,
Would have stuck there till it dried and died, but now,
Hanging by a fiber, it thanks the branch,
For holding it so long.

Halfway down the journey,
It looks at the old trunk, which held the leaf so high,
Leaf, though young, soon is going to die,
Rule of the nature or time's biggest crime?

About to hit the ground, face faces the branch,
Last heard from it was a prayer,
A void to be filled by someone dear.
A leaf at the same spot only greener.

On the ground, pain is all gone, with the life,
Nothing is left but the distance,
Not that separates the branch from the leaf,
That which separates the living from the life.

• Meanwhile The Branch wondered…..

Bit by bit as the leaf leave the branch,
And begins the travel down to earth, it looks down,
At the leaf, which it held tight, now holding on to the last strand,
A leaf so heavy though so light.

Halfway down the lane, it
Remembers the spring leaf was born,
Fluttering at the sight of a slight wind,
Brightening with the drop of each rain.

About to hit the ground, face faces the branch,
Brings out a prayer in the branch this time,
No one takes the spot, No one fills the void,
Not one dear, not anyone greener.

On the ground, pain is all gone, with the life,
Only for the leaf, which left and passed by,
While the branch still hangs, rests for the night,
Till the next fall decides which stays and which dies.

• As I returned to myself, I began writing…..

Things happening, makes me write,
A tale so dull, much to none's delight.
Something stuck in the heart, stuck in the eye
Cannot be brought out, cant be left behind.

I see the tears in both of their eyes,
Which is more valuable? Hard to decide.
Had never moved so much, in so little time,
A moment forever, happened in a while.

Each fallen leaf, I store in my book,
Which I read in shadow of that branch.
Seeing the branch wave to the leaf, do I realize,
Time over is seldom a moment gone, until the hearts, sings the same song.


We see our cities being bombed each and every night. Like the young buds on the ground, we see diseases wiping out lives every time. How much of it can we help stop? We don’t know. But it would be great if we could atleast spare a thought to all those who have lost their near and dear ones well before their time had come.
This would not help them recover their loss, but would atleast let us take a first step in knowing how valuable life is to be lost just like that. And I leave it to you to decide where you can apply these sentiments.
Time destroys…but it heals as well… So things close to us may cease to exist one day, but the memories remain.