When two leaves fall off a branch
\nAbout to break
\nBecause o f strong winds
\nThey it celebrate their deliverance
\nA few moments before that of
\nShelter for so long
\nBut when one of it makes
\nTo your diary
\nAs a bookmark
\nAnd reminds of the words
\nThat a Sufi saint wrote
\nAfter his vows of celibacy were broken
\nIn pain
\nTo celebrate
\nA purposeless detour
\nBut a meaningful exploration
\nOf the dust
\nThat comes off a book shelf
\nWhere all the books
\nWere kept
\nBut not read
\nLest the knowledge stupefies
\nThe consciousness
\nAnd the words become butterfly
\nThe leaf
\nThe book
\nThe butterflies
\nBut the empty sky
\nThe sensation of an aroma
\nWrapped around a bouquet
\nOf flowers
\nGrown on the manure
\nMade of the other leaf
\nThe second one
\nWhich withered away slowly
\nSo that I don’t forget the page
\nOf the book
\nThe page
\nI wrote
\nWhen I was insane
\nThankfully
\nNow
\n I write
\nLest the obituary of sanity
\nBecomes a gospel
\nOf modern world <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When two leaves fall off a branch About to break Because o f strong winds They it celebrate their deliverance A few moments before that of Shelter for so long But when one of it makes To your diary As a bookmark And reminds of the words That a Sufi saint wrote After his vows … <\/p>\n