A Pomegranate for Diwali

 The seeds explode as I peel the fruit, 

Splattering the kitchen with juice - 

The only chaos amidst the atypical quietude.

The seeds explode as I peel the fruit,

But there is no bustle, no hullabaloo, no obligatory (friendly?) dispute -

Just candles, a pretty dress, patchy phone calls, and a nostalgic muse. 

The seeds explode as I peel the fruit, 

Splattering the kitchen with juice.

                   (which I really must go clean up now)