Amitava Sur

Gold Star - 22,496 Points (20.01.1950 / Kolkata)

Falling Leaf - Poem by Amitava Sur

In an Autumn evening
On the back drop of dying sun,
Listening attentively, keeping my ears alert.
I could hear the murmuring of dry falling leaves.

All the colors, ecstasy and excitements of life
Are gradually fading away -
To far farther and to the farthest.
Whispering with a low voice, saying
“ See you and good bye“.

very monotonous life it is, now
Having no hues or vibe,
Like a clock, hanging on the wall, all through the day
Saying only, ‘tik tik tik’.
Or else like a poor calendar, being hung,
Swinging in air and constantly hitting it’s head against the wall! !

At present this life’s desires or wishes
Are so helpless and undone,
That they cannot come out anymore
From this imprisoned life.
Excepting ‘tik tik tik’ or ‘hit the head against the wall’! !

Day comes and it goes by,
Memories do prick and make deeper sores,
So unbearable they are but no way to avoid them,
Beside continuing and follow this stale and tasteless life.

The leaf losing it’s color and shine
Just silently waiting for the fall

Till then nothing else can be done now,
Excepting ‘tik tik tik’ or ‘hit the head against the wall’! !

Amitava (15.3.2015) 7-30 am

Topic(s) of this poem: age, aging

Comments about Falling Leaf by Amitava Sur

  • Bri Edwards (3/23/2015 3:43:00 PM)

    Falling Leaf...................
    i like it. sometimes i have to remind myself that what poets write is NOT always what they are experiencing or have experienced in their lives. but for this poet, I recall reading something long ago which suggested that he really does have a very sad experience (death of wife I believe) which would lead him to write such a poem as Falling Leaf. Roseann’s comment COULD BE the most appropriate and complete one on this topic of the poet’s feelings/life. [ I hope she is NOT correct.]
    SUICIDE is a way to leave behind bad experiences [let us hope it does! ], but it is not always the “right way”, the “morally-accepted way”, the “way accepted by religion”, or ……….. well “the right way” covers anything! ! ! ALSO, sometimes the attempt doesn’t work and there are more problems as a result! for people contemplating suicide, I recommend they first try “counseling”, writing poetry, or “eating ice cream” or indulging in some other vice (one which does not lead to even MORE problems) . personally, I would consider trying to kill myself by eating ice cream and cake (a whole carton of ice cream AND a whole cake) …….each day until I die. YOU think I’m kidding? ? ?
    my hearing is probably not good enough to “hear” the “murmuring” (nice word!) , but I can see the leaves. don’t think of them as dying so much as that they can become part of the earth/soil again. I wonder if “dying sun”, rather than “setting sun”, was used intentionally to start to focus on “death”.
    hmm? although “Far farther and to the farthest horizon” [to heaven? ] sounds a little strange to me, I like the Fff alliteration.
    only one line begins with a ‘lower case (small) ’ letter: “very monotonous…………” I wonder if this is a typo or intentionally done to draw attention to the word “very”. I would give ‘very’ all capital letters if I wanted to emphasize the word.
    the analogies made using a clock and a calendar, comparing them to a weary/boring/unhappy life are GREAT! ! BUT maybe the clock and calendar are comfortable and enjoying looking at the scenes around them. maybe they look at (and communicate with?) each other all day long! ?
    “Tik, tik, tik” says the clock. “Bang, bang, bang” says the calendar in response! and they both smile and wink at each other.
    before I forget: twice you have “it’s” when you should have “its”. It is [aka it’s] not a rare error to make, I think. I may have done it before. the ‘possessive form’ of “it” does not follow the general rule for making a possessive form of a word…………like the word “life” becoming “life’s” and “Autumn” becomes “Autumn’s” in your poem. for a better explanation I would go online; I have done it before.
    This is a great poem which I intend to send to MyPoemLIst.
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    some favorite lines:
    “ “See you, bye bye “.”
    “Or else like a poor calendar, being hung,
    Swinging in air and constantly hitting it’s head against the wall! ! “ ………….nice use of exclamation marks! !
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    “So unbearable, but there is no way out-
    Beside carrying on this stale life.”
    you use SO MANY words used to express regret/suffering/etc. in a person’s life:
    fading, monotonous, poor, helpless, undone, imprisoned, sores, unbearable, stale
    wow, WOW! well done……………making some people, reading this, grab for their vial of antidepressant pills! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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    perhaps a few comments about the English usage, which could simply be a difference between how English is spoken or written in different parts of the world:
    “putting of ears”………never heard that expression. I would use “pricking of ears” I think. But I use a different definition of ‘prick’ than I think you are using in the line about “sores”.
    well, there are a few other minor things I could say about English, but my pen is running out of ink!

    Thanks for sharing. bri :)
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  • Valsa George (3/19/2015 7:22:00 AM)

    Amitava.... try not to harp on the unpleasant realities of life! Of course I can gauge the depth of your sorrow! But remember, loneliness and separation are part of life! Try to see the positive side of everything! I am sure your alienation in life has made you a poet with a capacity to touch human hearts deep. Also I notice that the quality of your poems go up every day! Let the leaf remain green and adorn the tree for a longer time! (Report) Reply

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (3/18/2015 10:58:00 PM)

    That sounded a little pessimistic. But, yet, you have captured the starkness of life well. Yes, it is always tik, tik, tik or hitting against the wall. Reminded me of Beckett's play Waiting For Godot. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (3/16/2015 5:54:00 PM)

    When time comes, the leaf will fall. It falls when the final attachments are separated. That is life. Nicely described. (Report) Reply

  • Jitesh Shah (3/15/2015 12:34:00 PM)

    very nice poem of life i like it sir and also read my poems (Report) Reply

  • (3/15/2015 3:32:00 AM)

    Amitava, an illuminating look at your state of mind when looking at the calendar and writing this poem. Excellent portrayal of it! Also, a very intense, but subtle melancholy behind your meaning and words. Also, a definitive hopelessness below the surface. Yet a surprising resignation of self to fate and destiny. This poem totally wraps me within it's sadness, touching my heart with your deep sorrow. Thank you, Amitava, it is a beautiful poem. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • (3/15/2015 2:56:00 AM)

    I see the beauty of life in this poem and likes. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, June 15, 2015

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