My first post...

And as I type in these letters I come into being. But who is this 'I'. 'I' could be anything. The smile on a little child's face when she sees her mother. The joy on a father's face when he sees his son beat him at chess. The glance of a lover as he tries to get as much of his beloved's face as he can.The list could go on.

And yet the it remains unsolved.

But as I sit giving shape to my meandering thoughts I sense a strange vacuum. A gnawing in my heart. And I am forced to redefine my 'I'.

I become the hungry stare of the child standing beneath the flyover with her brother in her arms, peering into an uncertain future.I become the blank gaze of the girl at the platform who still waits for someone to arrive and take her away.I become the despair in the life of one who has failed again despite his best effort.

I am the last leaf on the autumn tree. Waiting for the breeze to set me free...



{Imported from my blog 'The last leaf on the autumn tree' which I cannot operate anymore 'cause I have comfortably digested the login id and password without a trace :( }