Whirling leaf

I am a whirling leaf -with zest in my soul
As, lifeless, I float, to no where

Fallen from tree, into movement of wind

A granted blessing, of a humble prayer

Once clinging, living, feet tied to a bark

Bonding to every strand of life

Merry green and tender when born

Being bound to a place, my only strife

I swayed with the wind, I poured out my heart

Tell me what it feels- like, to fly?

In the end when I am a fallen leaf,

Would you hold me in your arms, when I die?

Take me to where, ever you go

Till I dry, crumble, touch the ground

Let the gust, tear me apart

But grant my wish, let me glide- unbound

~Sam

Leaves [Analogy]

Ever taken time out to feel the life in a leaf? Breathing respiring, digesting- living. I would like think of our lives like that of the leaves. We all breath, survive and live. We all are different. One may be a leaf that blazes red and falls in the Autumn. Some leaves may be multicolored, some battling the unfamiliar bugs/insects eating onto their lives. Some like the mulberry sacrificing lives to be eaten for the birth of another life. Swaying, swinging, getting drench in the rains , living- living. 

Like all the leaves that look very different, that grow in different seasons, that have different life spans that survive in different geographic areas. Our lives, are the same. Some can withstand the blows of deep emotion. Some scrap off their lives without feeling a pinch, some wither and fall out losing hope some withstand and adapt. Some adore the snowfall and get bogged down by it's burden but, remain fresh underneath. Some grow to great heights. Some bend to see sunlight, some need to touch the flowing water  and some need to feel the joy of the wind. 

But whatever it does, it will never cease to be a leaf, it will never exist in independence, it is a part of a tree and it should breath- live and the tree lives. Each leaf working for a greater cause some cautious of it, some naive, innocent. Each leaf wherever it be- it will hold it's chest proud in the sunshine and soak in the rains, it will lick the snow atop and it's only goal is to breathe. 

My whole world [Love poem]

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What does my breath know?

Why I hold it when I see you

What does my time know?

Why it freezes when I think of you

What do my words know?

Why they can’t express, what my eyes do

What do my ears know?

Why in your absence, they can hear you

What does your presence know?

Why it braces, my soul

What does your love know?

Why it defines, my whole world

~Sam

P.S: Am I in love? No. Do I have a crush? No. Did someone break my heart? Nah. I am just gifted. ;)