The tree withered:
Allowing the leaves to peel off -
Sometimes, occasionally,
Sometimes, rapidly -
Depending on the season
Making it look like a cancerous cell.
The tree blossomed:
With new leaves branching out,
Showing life in each of green leaves;
Providing shelter to passer-by
Creating tranquillity, a sense of sensibility
and calmness around it.
I was watching the youngsters;
Withering and blossoming;
Some unable to manage their life of
Success and love leading to despair
Some coping with the stress
And still living in the entangled “happiness”
Whereas, some others blossom
As individual branches –
Only to be cut out by “wood cutters” –
Leaving the fortunate couple
In an array of unfortunate incidents
Leaving the loud ones astray.
In the pursuit of fast bucks, fame, and status
One forgets to stop, look, and proceed…
Like the traffic signal.
Many do not have time to wait
In the sojourn of life, making it a
Shorter, unhappy life than they ever imagined
Leaving all around them a sense of despair and
Unfathomable internal agony.
If only, they reached out –
Like the branches in the tree –
To people who cared for them?
If only, they allowed themselves –
To get basked under the glory of sun –
To get the courage to withstand the travails of life?
If only, they stopped, took a pause
To where it all leads them to…
I often wonder – what is in it,
Which people wander –
And why can’t we simply live
By trusting one another and living for one another…
The journey of search has just began…
