The Bitter-Sweet

In the beginning,

THE END.

The story still began_____

No past, no future,

Just a present,

The gifted moment.

Blazing brilliance,

Silvery radiance.

Living two lives,

Living it wise.

Twinkling stars,

Morning rays,

Evenings, noon,

Merged soon.

Watered innocence,

Fragrant freshness,

Blossomed each night.

The suppressed child,

Grew with each fight.

Few ups and

Few downs

Hung ups – Tie ups,

They still moved on.

Living two lives,

Living it wise

No past, no future,

Just a present, present.

Learning, discovering,

Realising, transforming,

Confused, tired,

Exhausted, retired.

Amidst_______

The whisky, whispers,

And_________

The silent murmurs.

Holding close,

Holding tight,

Pulling down,

Drenched and drowned.

To sway again,

In the pouring rain,

and 

the rising ray.

In the second part,

Living better half.

Spreading the joy,

Living contended.

Savouring all,

Especially, the unintended.

No past, no future,

Just a present, present.

Living two lives,

Living it wise.

Dwelling in time,

Time that ripened,

and

Slipped off the hands

Alike dry sand.

Unsaid, said,

Undone, done.

Living two lives,

Flocked and flew.

With________

A new beginning

In__________

THE END.