ANOTHER RIPPED LEAF

Somewhere in you
There is a wish
Untold....
She is crying here, within your soul.
She is cold..

You have'nt given her yourself.
You have'nt let her know that,
You have been dreaming of her
All this while!

Like a man so old
Waiting for an unreturned love,
Counting those leaves
That the autumn tore away,
Of that old oak tree
Over there, in the horizon.

To know she was there right at home
Waiting for you with her big blue eyes
And her warm, deep bosom
Not anymore..

In the cold, your hard fingers clutch onto
The stick of notes and green piled dirt.
You called the game then, you played the game there,
A popular shot,
To loud applause.
Fists rammed on tables then
Spit wantoned from mouth to mouth,
As you marked the rules
As always followed
And rejoiced an often played win.

But do you know of the ecstasy,
Oh frail, wrinkled man!
When the rules,
All of them go wrong
And you set them right
Slash and scratch them
With that rusted nib
If it held the
Ink of blood
Red of Guts!

To bend them and unleash
The whip of truth!

And to burn that scripture
That imprisoned your love
Under the shadows of a long white cloak
Glass eyes that cast longer shadows,

In the pyre,
Where all your broken dreams
Were tried and they cried
As they withered and died..

To see those embers fume,
Like a soaring ghost
Into smoke of voices
Hailing for a revolt
To claim, fight, conquer and live,
A life with broken reins.

Oh no, you would'nt,
no!
For here you are,
Wrapped in black
Shedding tears over
A stone where the
Milk has already dried..
And the leaves trail a sorrow behind!