Dry leaves!!!

dont treasure the leaves that are dry
make a fire of them as the winter passes you by

what's still left in it that makes you shy
for what's still left is finer and purer than the sky

may be it's the illusion that covers the eye
that sees the red blood running in the veins dead and dry

may be still it's not sure whether it's a truth or lie
or the game between dreams and reality has resulted in a tie

but one day we have to see it in the eye
and with a smile bid good bye

may be this has to be lived till we die
sometimes we'll laugh at this and sometimes cry

but the eyes does not remain dry
wheather we laugh heartly or cry

dont treasure the leaves that are dry
make a fire of them as the winter passes you by!!!

(Dedicated to the lyrics of bhula- do)