Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A dry leaf

A dry leaf

Wind blows away far inside
thrust a dry leaf
fragilely fall to ground
as a stranger into our home.

Wrinkles make an impression,
aged or illness drops it down
a dry leaf runaway

desire controlled by wind.

Hand pickup & drops away
sometime led to dustbin
or where it swept from
to rejoin its journey by wind.

Footnote:

The picture above was captured by me on a dry leaf, but slightly under wet condition. The poem is related to home experience. 

16 comments:

Pooja Mittal said...

I thought its a downlodes pic till the tin I had not read your footnote...
U r just toooo creative, both with photography and words...
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Optimistic Existentialist said...

This is one of my favorites of yours Jeevan. The beauty in a leaf...you captured it perfectly.

ashok said...

superb photograph Jeevan...nice post

Simran said...

Beautiful capture and your composition :-)
says that all unsaid...

Sandhya said...

Every word in this poem is very meaningful, Jeevan, esp. this:

Hand pickup & drops away
sometime led to dustbin
or where it swept from
to rejoin its journey by wind.

God bless you!

Karen @ away for the weekend said...

Lovely - both the photo and the poem! I love the way you are able to tie the image together with poetry!

TexWisGirl said...

really sweet poem.

Ash said...

That's a fantastic shot, Jeevan!

Krishna/കൃഷ്ണ said...

nice poem and photo

thanks jeevan

Rajesh said...

Great thoughtful poem.

Indrani said...

Lovely picture and it has evoked such wonderful lines in you!

Destination Infinity said...

Nice poem. Dry leaves may fall, but they decompost and mix with nature. Only things like plastic and silicon don't mix with nature.

Destination Infinity

Ramakrishnan Ramanathan said...

Beautiful image & lovely poem.

ladyfi said...

What beautiful words and photo.

deeps said...

simple and sweet...

Srinivas said...

Lovely verse to describe an equally poignant image! I particularly liked the first stanza. The analogy of the falling leaf and a stranger at home is novel and refreshing.