Neo Imaginations

Neoimaginations I ran and ran, when tired I walked and walked but kept going ahead. I never stopped. I never reposed. A meanwhile halt would have corrupted the tempo. Moving was a trend and trend is life. But then I turned my head sideways. Sideways to share my joy of moving ahead, sideways to see my people my folk with whom I started. But I was alone. I was running in solitude. No one to cheer, no one to smile in cohesion. Suddenly the joy of tempo punctured like an inflated tire. The destination no longer lingered on my mind. The hollowness sustained, persisted. Now I was running but halfheartedly. Suddenly the lights, the glitters on my way were flickering and then diminishing. Deep in my heart I knew I was walking in dark. The lights so far were all my illusion, I was in a hallucination. The realization of truth was coming now. Sometimes we see things better in dark. Light always don’t help us. Darkness sometimes does. So now I know; I can either run ahead in...

AmbiPur "My Aromatic Affairs"  is a poem  dedicated to my nostalgic memories associated with  smells, fragrances and aromas that I grew up with at home. There are some coveted ones i cannot recreate but the longingness still fills the void of their absence. My Aromatic Affairs Months piled together for the years to fold Those memories now, seem just a day old. When aroma of mom s morning tea urged to quit the bed and stand bold. The morning breakfast that began the days was a mix of love and nutrition in a way. But the smell of curry leaves and sputtering mustard , still reminds me of those nostalgic days.  Ending of annual exams brought smile with vacations to unwind for a while. The smell of fresh printed  pages of new textbooks , was like a cologne on a free trial. The cacophony of friends in the hall eagerly waiting to feast and hog. The aroma of Ammi's Eid Biriyani reaching neighbors, crossing the walls. Time then pace...