I sat by the fire alone,
Snug in my blanket of thoughts –
Incessant.
The wood turned Amber,
And then dark like the thoughts –
Unpleasant.
*
I looked out of the window,
At the snow-covered stillness –
Silent.
And a lone leaf clung on,
To the lonely tree in wilderness –
Resilient.
*
I praised its resolve
To be connected, to stay –
Forever.
With every blow of the wind,
It grew stronger, unafraid –
Vigor.
*
Then came the storm
Injuring the lonesome silence –
Blood.
A battle lost, a battle won,
The flinching fist left the leaf to fall –
Thud.
Through the Looking Glass.. 
wow..wonderfully penned!
Thanks Sound.
oh my.. been a while since i read your poems 😀
interesting style of ending with a single word…
ermm.. just a thot is this supposed to be metaphoric or jus penning down a train of thought!!
nonetheless its brilliant as usual and reading your poems are always bliss!! 😀
Thanks for your kind words Megz. Couldn’t a metaphor be a consequence of a train of thoughts? I don’t know how to classify it. 🙂
Hope sandwiched between two slices of negativity. But i am guessing the slices are pretty hard..and one isn’t really getting to taste the [positivity] hope by biting the hard exterior off. May be one needs to do away with those slices.
Talk of metaphors! Well, actually we’re talking ‘in’ metaphors!
Truly speaking, I hardly see hope. It is more like an empty sandwich. 😛 And a cold one too.
Thoughts liberate via words. Emancipation is such an ethereal concept, isn’t it? And a mirage too, may be. A bird in a golden cage, even if freed may not have the strength or the pluck to realize the flight that it has always imagined.
Anyway, I think we managed to have an entire conversation through metaphors just now. Cheers!
Thanks for visiting! 🙂
Perspective:
It strived through the rising wind
Every step a struggle –
Incessant.
After all an ant it was,
Against all of Nature’s elements –
Unpleasant.
*
It looked around for help,
And the wild’s answer was fitting–
Silent.
But it struggled to move forward,
To be in constant motion –
Resilient.
*
And a lone leaf clung on,
To the lonely tree it seemed-
Forever.
The leaf was a beacon,
It strengthened the ant and renewed-
Vigor.
*
Then came the storm
The ant had no more to give –
Blood.
Then it happened,
Permanence gave way and the leaf fell on it–
Thud.
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Just an attempt to cheer you up. (Futile as it may be). I loved the poem. Just noticed that you had written loan instead of lone – was that intentional?
Certainly not futile Amshuman. I would not have imagined turning the words around. You have done it so beautifully that I would rather want your version to be published.
And indeed, thanks for pointing out the error as well. I have corrected it now.
While on one hand the persistence of the leaf to cling on to the tree enunciates the struggle to be, the striving efforts of the ant symbolize the struggle to do. And finally, the thud! To ‘do’ is to ‘be’!
Your comment has seriously cheered me up. Thank you! Thanks a lot!
This is awesome. I am really happy at having made you so.
Great job! It reminded me of ‘The Last Leaf’ by O. Henry.
And great job, you too, Amshuman! You are not only a great story-teller, but also an awesome poet! 🙂 And looks like you guys have shared some Zen Buddhism with each other! 😀