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Nishu Mathur Apr 3
I go back in time
as I get a whiff of some familiar scent.

Like the aroma of spices from my mother’s pulao —- the blend of bay leaves, cinnamon, black cardamom and cloves
that left eyes sparkling in anticipation of a royal meal.

Or the scent of fruits
that made their way into my lunch at school - bananas, apples, grapes, oranges
along with an embroidered napkin
that held onto the smell of the season, the love of parents and the comfort of home.

The tanginess of lemons in my father’s cologne —- a burst of summer every time I opened his closet.

The fragrance of roses from incense sticks that my grandmother would light as she prayed —
the mysticism of life in her folded hands.
The smoke would rise from the sticks, curling, to reach heaven along with her prayers -
and I would look upward wondering if God could hear her songs and smell the roses.

The heady scent of rain and earth as we played in puddles
walking and slipping
splashing and laughing
lost in the moment
hearts as light as those drops of rain.

A whiff of these and I travel back in time
I miss the innocence
and melange of those
happy scents and aromas.

It seems like a different world.
And though far away —
It seems like yesterday.
AtticusAbbey Mar 26
𝒜 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓅𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓅𝓈𝑒  
𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒹  
𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒  
𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓌  
𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒽𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈  
𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈  
𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈  
𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓈  
𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽'𝓈
𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 
𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓉  
𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒹
yıldız Mar 21
Cherry blossoms, soft and bright,
Dance in spring, a fleeting sight.
Some teach us, like whispers in the breeze,
Lessons in petals, carried with ease.

Others bloom, blessings in the sun,
Filling hearts, dispelling the fun.
As they arrive, they too must part,
Leaving fragrance, a mark on the heart.

Cherish each moment, both lesson and grace,
For life’s like blossoms, a beautiful chase.
In seasons' cycle, we learn to let go,
Embracing the beauty in ebb and flow.
Nature Feb 17
Perfumes smell elegant,
It spreads its fragrance wherever it is ,
Hi dear...💕 I wish you to be a perfume ,
Perfume of happiness
Wherever you are, spread happiness.....💓
Spreading happiness is a talent that spreads love , it can't be studied but  can only expressed from  bottom of our hearts.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 14
O' heart, you've made my soul both restless and weak,
Yet I cherish this sweet ache and her generosity, unique.

For me, this world of existence is now pure bliss,
Her gentle, beautiful words—these are what I miss.

Those enchanting eyes have seized my very soul,
Her stunning gaze has left me beyond control.

O' heart, may her love’s fragrance endure forevermore,
Guide me onward through this wondrous, yearning tour.

Perhaps these are but fleeting dreams of my affection,
Yet they taste like nectar, divine in its perfection.

O' heart, may her sweetness of love within me stay,
This unique suffering shall never fade away.

Like a hidden malady, endless and unkind,
May this linger, until my soul ascends, refined.

Her final moments have set my heart’s fire ablaze,
Afflictions endure, for this is the torment I crave.
In the Wake of Her Love 14/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 12
In the realm where whispers doth dance and time standeth still,  
Three voices rise, with purpose sharp and will.  
Perfume, Scent, and Fragrance, in a sacred throng,  
Declare their truths, each claiming right and song.

Perfume spake, with elegance refined,  

“I am the soul of artistry, confined  
To bottle's clasp, a crafted dream,  
A potion made to linger, to gleam.  
I bear the weight of ancient lore,  
A muse of kings, of lovers, and more.  
I am not mere essence, drifting free—  
I am the art of memory."

Scent, a fleeting shadow, whispered low,  

"Thou boastest of power, of permanence, I know,  
But I am life—breathe in, and then I fade,  
In wind, in rain, in every glade.  
Not bound to glass nor vials that bind,  
I slip through cracks, a breath unlined.  
I linger soft on fleeting air,  
A reminder of the earth, everywhere."

Fragrance, in silence, sought to intervene,  

“Is it not I who weave both worlds unseen?  
I am the union of the pure and the real,  
The fleeting touch, the lasting feel.  
I grace thy skin, I fill the room—  
A subtle dance, an endless bloom.  
Without me, perfume would not endure,  
Without me, scent would not be pure."

The argument raged, in circles vast,  
Each voice demanding, steadfast, fast.  
But in the end, a truth was found:  
Together, they’re woven, the essence profound.  
For Perfume and Scent, though both distinct,  
Find harmony in Fragrance—linked.  
Each alone, a part of a greater whole,  
Together, they speak to the heart and soul.
The Essence Trialogue 12/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
showyoulove Dec 2024
Let love like sweet perfume
Permeate this sacred room
No longer is Jesus in the tomb
The stone was rolled away
To reveal a brilliant light
All around stood amazed
At this miraculous sight
The sweet perfume of lilies
Was caught up on the breeze
And lifted up to Heaven on high
Like the prayers down on our knees
He is risen, he lives once more
Oh, come let us worship and adore
Like sweet perfume, we are drawn
To follow and to seek the source
We search for an invisible force
May our lives turn out to be
Like sweet perfume unto thee
Attractive to others, a blessing too
But, in all things, may it point to you
Let your love, like sweet perfume,
Surround me and always enfold
As I strive to listen and do what I'm told
A love worth more than all the gold
Let your love warm my heart and soul
Kindle the flame of love in these coals
Let me burn for you with holy desire
Let it reach ever farther and higher
To you, our prayers are oh so sweet
Without your love we are incomplete
Fill our lungs with the sweet peace of God
That we may walk where even angels haven't trod
Written Easter 2019
MetaVerse Aug 2024
Antique
paper
& ink
& glue,
a fragrance
I drink
in through
my nose,
fragrant
like a dead rose.
I fan my face,
& fall into
an antique book
aroma coma.
Gardenia's so intoxicating.
The flower is more promising.
The Gandharaj, the king of fragrance
It emits a velvety scent like essence.
Really, it's mesmerising.

Porcelain-white petals are amazing.
Flower is seductive and overwhelming.
A smell reminds us of romance.
Gardenia

You, with the scent so enticing
Positive vibes that you are inducing
Though you grow with wild exuberance,
Your smell is matchless assurance.
Friendly, you are seen in the spring.
Gardenia
Heidi Franke May 2024
There is a fragrance
Remembered in its bloom time
Lilac yet made whole
My lilacs are ready little buds, yet to be blooming when the sun comes around. Sweet sweet fragrance.
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