my life...

And life is like that of a golden brown..dry leaf.....rustic and tired of having spent all his life.....of the life he knows......in one place...having been tied to one tree.....the one that gave it the life....the one he has lived.... Now he is free...he knows it.....the roots that tied him to them , have given way to denial....they don't need him anymore...

They don't want him anymore......
Period.

Did they break the ties? Did he?What difference does it make....he is liberated...and free .... and alone....

Its funny ....you'd find yourself looking for familiar faces at your own promotion party....good money...better chances....lesser friends....more enemies....some friends who could even shame your enemies....lesser free time..... whats in a universe that you can rule but can't share....

Well universe or no universe...a life away and at the top is often a lonely one....not necessarily unhappy cause without all the chains pulling you back,you are much more victorious at doing stuff that were inconceivable before......which seemed so incredulous, that they were very often than not laughed off by others.......

Yet Life is hard...especially when you are alone...Fluttering in the breeze.....grasping for breathe in the storm......searching for solace...for a place to calm himself down......i don't think he could ever grasp the gravity of the situation....that silly old leaf...!.....Couldn't he see how cruel the world was ....and that too right in his face....But i guess, he preferred to play blind....and float in the wind.....and flutter in the wind...from pillar to post.....swaying to the music of silence.....In the nothingness of his life, he learnt to seek joy......and in the nullity of an identity ....he found his life......And the few times when he rested on some window sill , where he didn't know, he had captured the imagination of a child....who was already beginning to imagine and fantasize the life of this pale leaf..... and when it flew again....to get stuck in the wipers of a car.....and in which a young girl looked at it....and realised she had lost more than she'd found...... and how badly she wanted to actually feel the life she was living... it must have been strange to not feel connected to your own life....And how she wished she could feel a presence, who would know exactly what she wanted ...what was not there...but had to be .....what was missing in her world.... the one thing that could have completed her...
And as the girl pondered ,in that warm breeze that flows from the west....the leaf danced the dance of life......it danced to show us that there is life beyond the one we see......so it may dance until his time is up .....until he is consumed to dust...to where it all began....