A confusion of fragrance

You infiltrate the air around us

With a smell so beautiful

It wanders a little ahead of you

To let us know

You’re here


You leave behind in breaths

A confusion of fragrance;

A mix of cardamom and incense;

A mingling of sacred ash and turmeric;

The death of neem flowers burnt;

The birth of ripening mangoes;

The burst from rain hitting scorched earth;

The mystery of the thaazham flower;

And the magic of roasted spices ground to bits…


What are you,

That so many things smell like you;

Of you?




About Runa

With words you can reveal, hide, confuse, clarify, rule, beg, love, hate. In speech words live momentarily and die with the moment. In writing, they are immortalised and in being unspoken and unwritten, they become omnipotent: God like. My words here could have remained unspoken. Could have. They're immortal and that's enough. View all posts by Runa

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