Megha Sood

 Into the Fall’s Hands

"Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature."- Friedrich Nietzsche

Cupping the calloused palms

nature takes into its heaving bosom

warmth and sustenance for crimson tinged leaves 

stripped from the mighty embrace of the wild oak 

 

which stands tall and wild arms 

stretched proud in the thicket of the forest

Acceptance is a fallacy

We all learn slowly and surely

 

Once gracing the thick branches of the 

oaks, a safe haven 

for the puny tendrils and vines  

enjoying the crimson tinge of the spring

 

A beautiful moment, now nary in sight 

spreading its vibrancy interlaced 

in the verdant hue of the grass 

everything comes to an end

 

A lesson we all accept in its entirely 

the leaves from the warm embrace 

of that wild and humble oak

slowly glide into the forgiving fall's hands.

Lost Home

The wind has broken down a couple of times

resting on my back

giving me solace,

when in fact she needs it more than me

wind, a carrier of good times

doused with the fragrance of a lover's kiss

or soaked in the ecstasy of the first night

in the arms of the beloved

sometimes gets heavy-hearted

encumbered by the mother's tears

They fall incessantly

and dabs her unknowingly

she tells me,

she cares

as she perches from one heavy heart to another

laced with the message of love

a tone of melancholy

in the moments which seem to wither

I too have a heart which feels pain, she says

it breaks her heart to see the last leaf

leaving the arms of that mighty oak

giggling through the trees

her ephemeral presence in the forest;

she is there but she doesn't belong

a feeling of detachment.

She carries remorsefully in her heart

lost in her thoughts

Wind is apologetic at times

like a ghost;

sifting through the dead leaves

trying to find her lost home.

How Do We Still Fall in Love?

Fool's love is all that they say

they abhor the pain and still want to stay

Can't change the way we are so willing

the way it morphs and shines,

like broken glass in a roll of hay

The endless lessons

the zillion learnings,

the endless scars we endure

only cause, we want the ONE to stay

cursed is the one who is willing to bear this pain

and smile through the broken days

If only we could solve this riddle

this maze of juxtapositions

this dichotomy of emotions,

changing shades with every ray

Oh! you are a survivor

if you come out unscathed

and smile to stand another day

in this burning paradise

charred with singed hearts

covered in the soot of broken promises

How do we still fall in love

dying to be another mannequin,

in this cursed land?