FallEn In PlaCe ....

Not always does the autumn leads to a fall

Its sometimes the urge to look above and beyond

A certain enigma runs through the place

It accepts my fall , in accordance to my height

I wish the level could define my colour

Or add few dying hues to make me stay there for long

The autumn near or far , is sure a reason of fear

But more dangerous is the fear 

Is loosing the nerve to stay there of all

Sometimes its important to look above and know

To find a new level

To head above and grow

To revive again and freeze

At the right place , like the melted snow

The ground took me with a sullen peace

Fallen like the autumn leave

Traveled the air in spiral weaves

rested on ground , full of unease ..