By: Ranjit K Sahu

Autumn winds

The wind gives a little nudge
It’s cold touch unwelcome
The autumn leaves peak in glory at dawn
Their pinnacle of colors is here
Shall they not enjoy it a little longer?

The leaves flutter a little
A shiver and a thrill fills their veins
There is a tremble or panic
The wind whispers again to let go the support
Redefines the support as the chain
That prevents them from exploring the skies

Like the birds and the butterflies
The flamboyant leaves must let go
And break their bonds and free themselves
Which bird that clings to its roosts
Gets to expand its wings!
And fly to the horizons ?

The leaves contemplate
Letting go is defined death.
And an end to their colored lives
But if their existence must end
It may as well end in grace!
The wind will blow them away anyway

Why not accept its offer
And display their grace in their termination.
The wind visits for a last time to beckon
The leaves that were holding fast to the tree
The setting sun witnesses a flutter of colors in the sky
Regaling in their path to their eternal sleep.

If they fall they shall fall with grace
And disperse delight.
The colors are ephemeral
They return to the earth’s bosom
To rest there forever
Their songs float in the wind clear and far!

Autumn sun

The sun makes a slit
In the stretch of the sky
And slides in the golden rays
Painting the autumn chilled trees.

The trees shake and bend
As leaves are colored in hues
Yellow, orange, bronze, pink or red
As they anoint the rays and morph

The conflict of the sun and the clouds
Is eternal and engrossing
For once the sun decides it will not yield
And pierces the thick blanket of clouds.

The soft grass to the hard trees
All exult in joyous coloration
Autumn sun is what injects
In them their colors and glow

However hard the clouds conspire.
They are bound to lose out
For when leaves are awakened
They are glorious in their existence!

The warm sun provokes
Them to display their heat
They do not fail it’s expectations
For a presentation of autumn !
 

Autumn Sky

What is the sky without the land and the lake?
What is the blank blue sky
Without the colors of autumn in the foreground?
It is just a monotonous stretch

A dark garment that is lifeless
Even after billions of sparkles are stitched into it
The night and day are meaningless
Without the shin and shine of autumn

If the sky can’t evoke ebullience in the souls.
That are gathering their must
And rekindling their warmth
To welcome the winter.

The sky must learn to provide the background
For the environment to manifest itself
In the eyes of the beholder
Waiting for ever to welcome his beloved

On the journey to the unknown world
Of fantasies and fervors
Rustling with their footsteps
On a whispering autumn trail