Sakura

Few weeks back the Sakura here in Tokyo were in their full blossom and have dressed the city in pink. People flocked to the various parks, carrying with them alcohol and bento. They would just spend the whole day eating, drinking and chatting under the sakura trees. Sakura season is short-lived though. A week later the flowers were all gone and the green replaced the pink. The closing of the sakura season was anti-climatic, almost pathetic. Unlike firework which always ends with a bang, piece by piece, one by one, the flower just detached itself and decomposed. Maybe there was beauty in such a departure also but it was melancholic to witness something so beautiful just disappeared over a course of one-week time. Perhaps the real reason for my grief was to realize that life returned back to its dull, uninspiring form thereafter.

well, that is until the next sakura season.


桜の花びら散るたびに 届かぬ思いがまた一つ
涙と笑顔に消されてく そしてまた大人になった