Sweet-bitter marvel

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I wandered through the yard, 

Aimlessly, mindlessly… 

The caper flowers fell shattered, 

And the elegant flowers of cannonball-

Filling in the fragrance of the deity… 

Dilemma of seeking more, 

And receiving less, re-equated! 

Wondering to accept life

To be sweet or bitter! 

The emotional being buried within me, 

Woke up and my eyes filled up, 

And a purple-black indian blackberry;

Fell into my palm; as if answering me! 

Life is neither sweet nor bitter, 

But both blend-in uniquely… 

It's still palatable in a marvellous different way! 

I sat under the grandpa banyan, 

Savouring the sweet-bitter fruit. 

I do like the purpleness left on my tongue, 

But the fear of bitterness and disownment-

Does loom over in the mental depths, 

The wind blew, dried leaves flew, 

I smiled relishing the beautiful moment. 

The sunrays in shiny golden seeped in

Through the canopy shy…

I want for more, should I pick more berries, 

Or just live with the memory of the savoured? 

A drop of tear fell, and I captured it in my palm. 




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