Like the Autumn Leaves

By Devabala Smitha

I do dream dreams,

Of a corridor

Endless and straight,

Only dimly lit. Solace.

Sweet sleep lulls me

In the background,

While the cold breeze

Gently lifts our spirits.

Happiness bounce 

On my cheeks.

I blush…

My eyes linger, waiting…

Rains come,

My soul savours 

The earthy scent of its lust.

Dust settles,

While the earth’s breath slows.

My boiling blood 

Cools down a bit.

But what can subdue 

My unruly heart;

What can calm down

These raging waves?

My heart awaits,

To soar the skies 

Of passion, like  

Bright-coloured autumn leaves,

Never stopped,

Only embraced by the wind…