Monday, November 9, 2009

Falling Leaves...

The leaves are green,
floating on trees,
whirling and winding,
dancing with glee.
But,the earthly nature,
wishes to groan,
sprawling autumn has
neared so soon,

Leaves all lush,have started
losing flutter,
falling with moan,
turning to red,pale and dry,
without any envious sigh,
Departed,they have,
with sorrows unsaid,
and song wordless..!!!


Anonymous said...

ah, the colors of autumn.. so nicely said..
departing leaves! good take!

Creativity!! said...

Woww :) :) So Beautiful Dear :) :)

anupama said...

Dear Madhu,
Good Evening!
Very nice lines about the falling leaves!certain things we can't stop happening.unless we witness the falling leaves how can we enjoy the new green leaves of Spring?
wishing you a cool night,

Loch Rob said...

Nicely written commentary to the fall which is rapidly slipping into winter. A season soon departed.

KParthasarathi said...

I liked the beautiful lines

Amity Me said...

wonderful take on the prompt my dear!

your imagination is very rich with ideas, i wonder why!!!

it's very nice to watch autumn...the falling leaves, its orange-withered color, gives much color to eart...:)

I love it Maddy!!!

good morning!


The Write Girl said...

The flow and imagery in this piece is quite stunning. Beautifully done.

Tumblewords: said...

How lovely! It sings with beauty.

Maggie said...

I loved the musical way you wrote this piece. Brave!

Being Pramoda... said...

sorrows unsaid and songs wordless... wonderfully said..:) Good one madhu..:)

Anya said...

Lovely words written :)
My compliments ....

PS the Pratsie said...

nice one !! loved it :)

SandyCarlson said...

An excellent image of autumn!

Jukota said...

leaves - departed- left - so perfect as we move into winter. Very nice!

Jeeves said...

Songless words! Interesting

manivannan said...

Your poem is as beautiful as the autumn season :-)

Beautiful Madhu! Loved the last line a lot.

Well done :-)

Jim said...

Your poem reminded me of a true story of the killing of a farmer's old boar hog during the depression.
The boar was always tied up by the ring in his nose and the kids would tease him.
When the government ordered killing of 20% of all the livestock to raise prices for the farmers this farmer decided to kill the old boar hog.
That pig didn't die when he was shot. He pulled up the post by his nose and ran away, probably to die in the hills for the buzzards.
The fellow telling the story said that hog could have pulled the stake and charged after any of his teasors any time he was angry enough.

You leaves went through some mounful agony in their departure, I imagane that poor hog did as well.

Mansi said...

Great comparisons yaar..bfull captured the fall of leaves in the emotional cycle...u simply ROCK!!
keep writing