Slinging scribbles

Sitting on a leaf, thin, light, weak, not me, its the leaf, Its tender, carrying a baggage, treading cautiously, not the leaf, It might break, it does; it might fall, it doesn't, its just me, Breaks at monotony, suffers at the stroke of impatience, but its the leaf that guards, not me. Stories that have turned old, experiences that have turned sour, Nothing that surprises anymore, not to the leaf, not to me.  The tragedies of future have already been eroded by insecurities, As the leaf is living, leading, carrying, driving my speck. The speck is just a synonym for space and time, Tiny yet a black hole, clinging to the leaf like a body to a soul, Let's name the leaf, shall we? Or is it just a mystery for both, 'you' and me. There is a sudden euphoria, a strange mirth in floating and flying with a leaf, There is no achievement and yet there is accomplishment. Its me and my leaf, or perhaps its just me.

Eyes, they failed to meet the seen, Smile, that faded for they lacked the feel, Love, a question that hounded for an answer, a mystery! Words, a conquest won by the business interests over hearty feelings, Life,  remained  on Facebook, yet a book devoid of real faces,                                             All of it, a Routine; a root with a route in search for the lost water,                           Maybe, for that Beauty, he expressed to all, yet couldn't name one, Aroused and confused, he saw them in his dreams and fantasized to the hilt, Yet, remained pure for, not a skin, he touched although blamed. Bruised,at times and vented back with vengeance yet a mi...

Suddenly i have lost the flair in writing and i seriously hope its not a prolonged effect.just chipped in to celebrate my birthday and to tell myself how i feel to be elder by one year.its strange,i dont feel anything though a bit excitement when people call me but that's it!its a quiet and a peaceful birthday like the ones i had over the few years maybe a mirror to my demure image and maybe i prefer to like it that way.its quite possible that this sense of celebrating has been embedded upon me from quite a few years. But there are still diminutive changes in my nature which i feel have placed me on a more better platform to understand how the most part of the world functions.Unlike two years back when i almost spent birthdays cribbing at how 'close friends of mine forgot to wish me,this year the emotions were quite controlled.I had no hard feelings for them.Although i must admit there was a certain amount of lull inside me for the same but it no longer disheartens me that m...