City Leaves


He said
Streets were littered with
your ex-loves, regrets
and falling leaves.

The others
being rooted in
spiritscapes couldn’t be
urged to come.

I bring
you this, a gift of leaves,
The thick lines of which
sing like your palm’s.

In these
may you find your younger
days, and oldest songs.

Sri – Husband, flatmate and bestfriend responds

Green leaves of younger days
that dry and wither away
Like memories of past joys
and regrets of time past

The trees remain..
with leaves..green and brown
in days..bright and gray
through life..bitter-sweet

Afterall – Leaves always inspire poetry.

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  1. An Odd Poet

    Might we ask where these leaves were picked from?

    Is this a cryptic love poem or a poem to cryptic love?

    Either way… Beautiful.

  2. km

    “Look around, leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter”

    I notice poetry is flowing once again…keep it going.

    krishna

  3. Sri

    Green leaves of younger days
    that dry and wither away
    Like memories of past joys
    and regrets of time past

    The trees remain..
    with leaves..green and brown
    in days..bright and gray
    through life..bitter-sweet

  4. An Odd Poet

    So I see. These two lovers; Neha and Sri are getting high on poetry today? Some games you too play. Meanwhile, your gentle audience is really enjoying this.

    On a serious note. You should write together more often.

  5. An Odd Poet

    I mean you “TWO” play. But I consider this an interesting slip of the tongue.

    You too play. You two play.

  6. Ash

    Nice jugalbandhi :)

  7. Sri:… :)

    An Odd Poet: Too many questions, and interesting observations. (Now, this is cryptic)

    km: Yes. Poetry is flowing. After a minor freeze thanks to the cold. Yes – I smell a little S&G in this one too.

    Ash: Thankoo!

  8. Leaves, fallen, like the past, some get blown away, some buried; but for every leaf fallen there is at least one new coming up, somewhere.