An evocative poem by Dr Swaraj about the many moods of nature in Autumn, exclusively for Different Truths.
A gentle caress of yellow breeze Loosens tenuous grip on life A dangling banyan leaf Floats glides turns swoons, unhurried Then dives the beaten kite, unwilling Another gentle touch of yellow breeze Buffets the beaten kite Surges, dreaming skies Free fall arrested A midair moment, suspended Flutters quivers whirls wheels In motion slow Languidly noiselessly Sliding to earth silently A beaten kite Among hundreds Yellow ochre red Death-kissed
Picture by the author
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The subtle, slow fading away, whithering so well expressed.. Moments arrested in time..
Thank you so much, Prof. Joseph for your generous comments.
A caress to death- Wonderful! With your writing erupts the volcano of imagery! A sallow leaf of autumn got gerontological illness, and in the end, they fall to the dear earth. The poem is fraught with import and implication.
Time doesn’t age but its materiality of subjects preys to decay. An artistic portraiture of a leaf in a grandiloquent manner.
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Paul Sahib, you’ve your own inimitable style. I am no match to your grandiloquence and perceptions. Thanks for your generosity.
Swaraj
Poem and photograph between them capture the mood of autumn so well! Perfect!
Neil, coming from you, these words mean a lot for me.
Warm regards
swaraj
Beautifully penned
Thank you so much, Sandeep beta.
Wao sir such a deep meaningful soul touching poem 👌🙏
Dr. Dhiraj, you are always very generous with your praise. Thank you so much.
Swaraj
Fragile existence is beautifully presented with engrossed imagination .
Thank you so much, Prof. Virk.
Beautiful piece of poem crafted with wonderful fantasy and taste. Loved reading this.
Thank you so much, Prof. Sharma
Pleasure is mine, Sir
Free fall arrested and a moment suspended! Superb!
Thank you so much, Dr. Sahib.
Swaraj
The interplay of the two images of beaten kite and floating-falling leaf are poignant and potent enough to create so many unsaid layers of meanings that the poem becomes much larger and deeper than it appears to be. As usual, Dr. Swaraj is thought provoking in his expression.
Thanks a lot Sir. You are really generous to a fault with your praise of whatever I write. And your comments always give new ways of chewing my cud. I’m really grateful.
Swaraj