about

welcome. this blog is about little things. only about thoughts; no explanations, no reasons. i don't define anything. because when you define anything, you restrict it.
i don't like restrictions.

i write here being just myself - without any trace of other things or attachment. sometimes it is a kid within me, sometimes it is a bad me, a stranger me, an unknown me.

in these days

i still haven't gotten around learning guitar - thing that i have always kept longing for. one thing i'd regret if i die all of sudden.


Search

Sunday, January 13, 2013

leaves



aren't leaves beautiful? they herald spring after the harsh winter. they spark enthusiasm, they spark hope. leaves give shade. shades comfort.

some leaves are torn apart. some are blown away by wind. or storm. or they get plucked away.
yet many of them will remain. until very end.

and at last, one day, leaves fall down. flipping. slowly.
creating beautiful blanket
on the ground.
once again they bring
happiness in us.
we think autumn has arrived.
and forget the beautiful leaves.
engrossed in own delight,
we don't see
the last remaining days of those leaves.
lying on the ground.
getting kicked. getting stepped over.
because we are just busy
talking about flowers.

No comments:



at last

enjoy the little things,
for one day you may look back and
realize they were the big things.

sandesh acharya | feed

5ThirtyOne and adventure Imagine design | Top