Subtle Attachment

By Himanshu Dhingra

the road, the wind, the tree flows

but the attention forgets to move 

and just stops

my eyes are holding on to a tree

they do not want, to let go of it

i feel the tree belongs to 

the garden of my eyes

so, what’s the deal

if i am counting 

the number of leaves on the tree

and forgetting my own sighs

that green leaf which fell from the tree wants my irises to look at it

as i look, the movement of the leaf wants my tears to accompany it

the wind doesn’t want the leaf to settle

my heart feels the same as i feel i am somewhere in the middle

By Himanshu Dhingra