Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #320
The four sides of the rectangle,
closing in from all sides.
The vicious circles of life,
On a mechanical spiraling frenzy.
Melodies of memories made,
Damp and dry smell of roads crossed,
Beauty of the old handsome gulmohar tree,
Standing tall and braving odds,
laying down a carpet of orange.
I have spent my days under the tree,
often waiting for that gentle breeze,
to get drenched in the color of fall.
The simple joy,
of getting my hair long, tangled,
with those soft petals.
Life – goes on and on,
just like a cassette being played.
the roads have changed and
the tree has gone.
the circles play those same songs,
but the first time is never the second,
and the second time tarnish the third.
But what still will remain is the reason,
for being played again and again,
and maybe some dried petals of gulmohar,
hidden in my locks.
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