Leaves of autumn,

peacock feathers,

the ones

who touched your life briefly,

and scattered with the wind and gone.

The swarms of bees that pushed aside

the plethora of leaves,

gathered the essence and flew

to their hermit homes.

All the heads which turned away,

the sight of them

lost among crowds

anxiously waiting for the fast train.

I am an epitome of all.

Life happens on the edge

where all the possible fills in a vial and takes shape

beyond the border that divides

and finally unites..

Sushama Karnik to Sarah Heger.