Striding by the moon alone,
In the lonesome city lane.
Wrestling with the aftermath;
As thoughts fuzz on high octane.

A strange saunter it became,
When I stopped near a withered tree.
A leaf was falling to the ground,
As If I found a mate to me.

Brown it was.. about to crumble
Rattling mush decay.
Still no fumble to where it flew,
As if it was on a bright holiday.

Amused.. entertained.. by how it lingered,
When its life just seem to end.
Am sure it had many stories to tell;
And big bunch of if’s to comprehend

“You ll be my bookmark” – I said,
As i put it in my pocket, to the right.
“Listen to the books i read to you
And together we ll win this fight”

And as I walked towards my home,
Some more thoughts occured to me.
An odyssey awaits, as one perishes,
So live it with a friend happily.

Destination or destiny,
Are mere confines I found.
Recently…
In a walk that occurred to me!