"An aromatic journey down the memory lane:-)"

Early morning aroma of filter coffee instantly rises the spirits.
Reminds me those mornings of exam preparation to be in merits.
The smell of a new book or the morning paper always makes me elated.
The words travel from my eyes to mind giving rise to images animated!

The sweet smell of roses in the garden reminds me of grand mom’s place.

Her love for gardening used to create a colorful atmosphere which exuded peace.
The scent of the incense sticks reminds me the holy Fridays,
when mom always lights them up, gives alms to the poor and prays!

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The smell of coconut oil reminds me those lazy Sundays,

when I used to have head bath after the long oil massages.
Sundays were meant to watch duck-tales and jungle book.
And then have a sumptuous lunch by mom who is a magnificent cook!

The cool breeze with whiffs of various recipes is amazing.

The aroma makes me hungry and the stomach starts rumbling.
The mixed aroma of boiling dal and spices brings back the school days.
The days when mom used to pack lunch boxes in innovative ways!

Then comes the whir of the washing machine and the strong smell of detergent.

The sounds and smell remind me the office training days spent in queues at laundromat.
The queues lead to new friendships , talks, gossip and at times an interesting conversation.
The place where people used to hangout more than the clothes for some relaxation! ūüėČ

The fragrance of a freshly baked bread or other confectionery is tempting.

The taste-buds tingle and diet chart goes to dumps as mouth starts watering.
Brain says no but heart always says yes and manages to win over the brain.
I treat myself with a pastry or an apple pie as it is tough to refrain!

The smell of the wet mud always pushes me down the valley of memories.

Rain and nostalgia go hand in hand digging out the deep thoughts from centuries!
The aroma of hot Pakodas and tea is so inviting during rains.
A sip and a bite energize me releasing me from all the pains!

From morning to evening smells engulf us and impact our mood.

Depending on the kind of smell mood can be bad or good.
Some smells take us back in time. They make us sit and brood.
A certain smell brings a random memory and acts as an allude!

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This is my entry for Indibloggers’ “Smelly to Smiley” contest in association with ¬† “AmbiPurIndia.”

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"Opposites attract and act together"- A poem :)

The hot sun cooled down by the breeze and the rain.
The pleasant time with loved ones lessens the pain.
The still leaves swayed to and fro due to the wind.
My silent thoughts started speaking with my mind.

To do the right you have to do wrong some times.
To be rich and not to die poor you do the boring job and earn dimes.
If one reason makes you cry life gives you 1000 reasons to smile.
To know the happiness you have to face the gloom once in a while.

To listen and not ignore a person when he talks, you have to be silent.
One cannot be gentle and achieve peace by being violent.
When a person is far, to bring him near one has to be patient.

To release the thoughts held from long, one needs an emotional vent.

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To enjoy the brightness you need to face the dark.
At times you need to stop the swift ride, get down and walk.
One needs to put effort to maintain harmony and avoid strife.
One needs to stop by for small joys and start living a life.

There is full bloom at one place and another has to wither.
There is bliss on one side and suffering on the other.
Good is meager and for bad there is never a dearth.
Heaven and hell are present just here on the Earth.

There will always be an eerie calmness just before the storm.
If you want to serve the cold revenge sit for a while and it will get warm.
A simple word of comfort can lessen the pain, bring joy and act like a balm.

Defeat the defeat before it defeats you and your win will be a grand slam!!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

PS: The opposite words are in bold in the above poem!

Face"Book of life" – A new poem

Facebook has to do multiple tasks.
In the glory of his success someone basks.
His failure is tackled in its nook and corner.
His friends may have to be put on the back burner!

Life’s matters are seriously discussed here.
You are free to give badges of honour and smear.
From disheartening politicians to peers.
Even others status messages and their fears.

There is no such thing which is not important.
You are free to express your opinion in the form of rant.
You are free to reply to others on your wall.
You smile at the pleasure of the graffiti hurting your pal!

Facebook makes everyone go in to your friends list.
You feel it is the clear vision you have when there is no mist.
Once, love was expressed face to face and from eyes to eyes.
Hatred was under the wraps as it was thought to be wise!

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Everything is the topic of the day.
Updating the status on face book is a child’s play.
Topics vary from a persons accent to his dressing sense.
Facebook is the hangout for every nonsense!

Facebook is the crystal ball to see your future.
Facebook is the hobby which you want to nurture.
Facebook is an outlet for good deeds which is a paradox.
Facebook is an everyday Pandora’s Box!

Life is so easy now; the world is in your fist.
Everything is told here if not in detail at least in gist.
Ultimately every one decides who and what is worthy.
And I am still contemplating if this is blog worthy? 

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P.S. : A series of irritating status messages as and when I woke up lead to this. I am not sorry if this irritates any but I am happy FB always keeps my creative juices flowing  

Music – "The language of God"

I heard the first rain drops splashing the Neem tree.

A new song rose in my heart in a mood joyous and free.
Music is in the running river and in the waves of the sea.
The rhythmic horns make the music and even the buzz of the bee!
There’s music in the sounds of a dense jungle and in the chirping birds.
The cooing of a pigeon and the song of a cuckoo is melodious.
Music flows across the boundaries uniting us in one religion.
Music is a part of the soul giving us a new vision!

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Music along with poems and beautiful rhymes.
Flows in to the heart and is double faced at times.
It either gives you pain or it takes your pain away.
Music has the power to play with your emotions and just stray!
A sudden silly smile or a thought with a frown on face.
Music often brings back the good old days.
Music is god as it is immortal and rules the minds.
Music can play the tricks on us of all kinds!
The moon lit sky is music to our eyes.
With music world seems so beautiful and nice.
The voice of our loved ones’ is music to our ears.
A single word can dump all our fears!
No one rules anyone in the kingdom of music.
All are under the charm of this magic.
Music brings all strings together.
It rocks our life with a bang forever!
Music needs no words to touch your heart.
With music jubilant is any one’s day’s start.
Music makes you travel to places across the globe.
Music puts on you a thinking cap and makes you probe!
Music knows no boundaries or a language.
Music releases the feelings trapped in a cage.
Music speaks the unspoken words.
Music is the universal language of all folks!
This post is written for¬†Indiblogeswari’s¬†#ThatTuesdayThingy¬†¬†– an attempt to challenge ourselves and to go that extra mile and tell our tale ūüôā !

The above post is written in response to the below “Time¬†Traveller” ¬†video by Rahul Sharma. Listen to this soothing music and have fun !

"I Write"

I write when I want to romance the words.
I write when I break up with my words.
I write when my heart is content and dancing.
I write when my heart is empty and sobbing.

I write when my imaginations soar high with wings.

I write when my thoughts come free of the strings.
I write when the world around me changes for good.
I write when the world around me makes me brood!

I write when I want to make my days brighter.

I write when I want to make my load lighter.
I write when a gentle touch makes me sing.
I write when the words spoken by a person sting!

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I write when the rain makes me high.

I write when I see some thing and sigh.
I write when I am loved and when I feel proud.
I write every time I start thinking aloud!

I write as I want to leave all the thoughts behind.

I write as nirvana it is which I always find.
I write when from the clutches I want to release my mind.
I write when my haphazard thoughts have to be aligned!

I can’t be every thing I want to be in my life.

I write and try to manage the daily mind-heart strife.
I write to fulfill my dreams , desires and aspirations.
I write as I come across many who are real inspirations!

I write down to know me better with every passing day.

I write down to reach my heart via an easy passage-way.
I write as it is the only way to set free some feeling.
I write as it makes me a complete human being.

This is in response to WriteTribe prompt and the Thursday bloghop #80 at the Writer’s Post. 

The "Small" Wonders!

World is big and everything embedded in it is a wonder.
We used to stop by every creation for a while and ponder.
Remember how we used awe at the sky and the thunder?
How we used to escape from mommy when we did a blunder?
Remember the pleasure of playing hide and seek in a huge play ground?
And the person you were searching was standing just around.
Do you remember the shouts and screams when he was found?
Remember the fights over silly things on a muddy mound?
 Do you remember the endless games even on a hot sunny day?
Remember the gentle breezes drying your sweat in a soothing way.
Remember the tender grass on which hours together you used to lay.
Remember the petals you used to collect when the wind swayed them away!

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Remember the diary in which you preserved the petals even if they were wrying?
Remember how the petal held your name in capitals in your neat hand writing?
The preserved petals and the foliage dry up and the ink gets smudged.
So are the memories which in the diary are deeply submerged.
Today as the sky roared and the clouds exploded in to rain,
I remembered the beautiful memories and good old days once again.
It is strange how the rains and the memories are tightly intertwined.
The room holding the past in the brain opens up and the episodes unwind!
Past is the place to visit and not to live but the mind refuses to come back.
Appreciating every small wonder always should not be a child’s knack.
Tomorrow when you go out check the flower in its full bloom.
If you want your present will be exhilarating too. Do not let the past loom!
Stop by the garden when you feel down and smell the rose.
If you feel good about it write down a poem or prose.
Present becomes past in no time so remember to overcome the sorrow.
Moments spent today become beautiful memories for tomorrow!

This post is written in response to WriteTribe Prompt # 4

You only live Once

You want to learn dance and perform on the stage?
You just need to fly by coming out of your cage.
Dance needs a spark with in you and it doesn’t have any ¬†age.
It only needs the spirit to dance, to enjoy and maintain the rage!
You want to excel and master your singing?
Go do it now. Can’t you see it is your true calling!
Sing and know your song. Tomorrow can never be today.
Your song might change your life. Start without any delay!
Do you want to get rid of the phobia of water?
Do something which you wanted to do with fervor.
Don’t just watch from a distance. Go dive in to the river.
You only have to face it to end the quiver!
You want to write a book and make people read you.
Start it now and wonder at what you actually can do.
Till you actually start something you will have no clue.
If you do not start, the to-do list will always be in due!
Life is surrounded by uncertainties, challenges and too much of fear.
Embracing your life like a friend gives you the unlimited power.
You can set your priorities and plan your to do list, now or never.
Once you start fulfilling your desires your life will be your lover!
Count your life not by the number of the years you live.
Count your life by the number of the moments you always relive.
It is your life and with it you cannot be nonchalant!
You only live one life which is enough to do what all you want.

This post is in response to Write Tribe Prompt # 3