Pickles Poem by Shreya Jani

Pickled Thought drying in the sun
Salted wounds getting preserved
Anger oils the way through seeping in
Ah! The red hot feisty one I love! !

Pickles! Pickles! Pickles! for Sale
Humanity bottled in different flavours
Something Fresh out of something old
served to us on lifes table.

Sun works its magic the juices churn
Humanly flawed tasty heat trapped
Simmering love lost in light banter
Ah! I love her pickled fire!

Pickles! Pickles! Pickles! life shouts
Bursting into its delicious palette
a side dish of emotional melancholy
a dash of heart breaks to overturn the monotony.

Experience preserved for sales surprises
perplexed buyers at the store admire
Sweet chutney, hot chilly, sours and citrus
Anecdotes pickled in the flaming sun

Pickles! Pickles! Pickles! We crave.
preserved mistakes enjoyed at sundown.
A smile with twist of lime
a drop of tear to chase the blues.

Ah! the delightful brain curry! !
Phew! her heart so sour and spicy!
Yes! Please some bitter sweet soul!
Give me more! of her masala mind.

Pickles! Pickles! Pickles! no more
release the aroma finish the taste
laughter to salt the everyday life
love to oil the sunny disposition.

Pickles! Pickles! Pickles! I will watch your dance.
Embrace your spice and sweetness too
You have taught me to finally let go
the trapped energy of death to the sun.