To Glide

 Can we run?

Just run....

Hands locked tightly

Can we run?

And when the time comes,

Can we run? 

In two separate paths, 

In two different directions....

Can we run? 

And promise ourselves

To meet where the sun meets the sea. 

Enigma

 

Famished after the evening walk by feting the dusk, my eyes ran in search of something to devour. The quest ended up me spotting an over-brimmed tree of a strangely familiar fruit. I plucked one with fascination for its strangeness. But it appeared, smelled and felt the same as any other berry. I took a bite, when swallowed, it tasted bitter. Unexpectedly, I was enticed by the aroma of another drupe from somewhere around. Ambiguously walked, consciously dropping the berry I held. Mesmerized by the scent, embraced it and took a bite. It quenched my apatite.

       The uncertainty is still a companion even now for the deeds of that evening.