Will there be another spring?

and i ended up where i began
wandering aimlessly on streets where sparrows sang
looked at the faded buildings that were once painted white
which now seem like a dying plant cursed with blight
sleep evades me...thinking of the time gone by
can't remember the faces even though i try
so many lies have cobwebbed the recesses of my memory
that i inflict fellow souls with my stale stories
my eyes seem vacant to them lacking the earlier vigour
but i am unable to break free from this endless stupor
moments have faded...and i am filled with shadows from within
a question i dare ask...
will there ever be another spring?

One windy morning

One windy morning i walked along an idle street
watched with wide eyes
as tiny leaves falling from drooping trees
began to cover the barren concrete
the delicate leaves felt like colorful snowflakes
together with the cold wind blowing across my face
and i wished life could always be full of such simple treats
that in some forgotten utopia i could just be a tiny leaf
floating away happily in the northern breeze
settling momentarily to add color to an aging grey concrete
surprising some stranger even while i lay askew in their wake
but my journey wouldn't end with that..make no mistake
for i would go for a spin the next time wind blew
as i belong to no one and my callings are few
to be free from all that is stale and untruthfully binds
to wander in a new direction everyday inducing smiles...
alas! i came out of my reverie as unrepentant horns blared
a sigh escaped past my lips and my eyes unknowingly teared  
i took one last look at the falling leaves as i started to pull away
consoling myself that it's a frayed dystopia i live in anyway...