The Leaf

On the balcony of my shared room, I stood.

Watching.

Observing.

It is there, where on a tree nearby, I saw a leaf.

"The" leaf:

Browned with age,

Made crisp by all the sun's light it consumed through its bare span of life.

The leaf- totally unproductive.

But beautiful.

Beautifully unproductive...

It was around 3.30 pm. The usually hot glaring part of the day made dark and cold by the ominous cloud.

The sky- now an ocean of blackish gray; made white occasionally by the blinding lightning from the heavens... or the hells...I know not.

The wind was cold, harsh ,strong.

It was a storm, where your mom is more worried about you being hit by a flying piece of something heavy or pointed, than being worried about you catching a cold.

It is in this frightening unmerciful storm, that I saw the leaf struggle.

The old, half-dead chap being tossed and turned by the unforgiving wind.

It must have been a lot of pain.

Holding onto the branch of life, against the beating wind.

The leaf's life had no purpose.

No purpose for the tree.

No purpose for me.

And yet it held on...

Just like-

Just like...I would have,

If death ever came knocking on the doors of my unhappening life.

I could almost hear it scream...

I could almost see its teeth clenched..

As it followed the violent and vigorous dance of death,

Of the branches and of the wind.

It was gripping tight when suddenly with a jerk, life snapped off from its hands.

Falling... Floating...

The brown finally segregated from the green...

The brown finally finding its place on the ground...

Brown surrounded by brown...

Watching the green above enjoying the dance of the wind.

I so brown...The world so green.

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