Wicked Fragrance

Smells of purity and comfort,
Poisonous as oleander's sap,
One sniff sends you to eternity,
Yet foolish enough to succumb to it..

Irresistible yet dangerous,
Luring yet wicked,
Buys your interest for its scent,
Betrays you once your trust is placed..

It burns your skin subtly,
Pain is felt,
When flesh is visible,
The fondness for it subside..

Men fall,
Even women too,
For the love of;
The wicked fragrance..
Lingers but don't last..

Imagined perfect circle

Images of people whom their path crosses mine,
Individuals who mean the world to me,
Those that I care and love,
Flickers on and off my mind,
Reminded me of those old films,
Voiceless and colourless,
Only your intuition is there to guide,
Along with your eyes to capture it
The brain is my old movie projector,
The third eye is my big screen.....

My heart feels disorientated,
Roaring waves crashes upon my chest,
Suffocating and drowning,
Struggling to find the shore,
Causes different nerve impulse reaction,
Joy, pain, fondness and how my heart ponders,
I could not find the source,
To turn off the film,
Only time will ruins the quality,
As it continues to fade and move on..

I miss the endless chatters,
those hilarious laughter,
the scent of their perfume,
their smile that brought upon my smile,
the warm hugs and emotions,
Never a perfect circle,
There is always and end to it all,
To welcome another new beginning,
Another season of my life...