Fragrance of the Mind

Beauty.

Fragrance of the mind.

Words.

Seduces the soul.

Stroking the heart.

Caressing the senses.

A journey.

Lifetime memory.

Making every second matter.

Seeking solo companionship.

Loving every part of my existence.

It's me.

Self-love conquers all.

Companionship throughout the night.

Lonely nights!

Who says?

It's togetherness.

Discovering the self and beauty within.

Havoc.

Exquisite joy.

O! Seeker.

You are beautiful and unique.

Unwavering the secret!

Eyes glitter at the pot of gold.

Bare open the soul.

I am golden.

I am priceless.

Love thyself.

With love

V

You and I

You and I in this beautiful world!!!!
The moment I saw you, I was struck by your beauty.
Deep inside, I knew it was not a stroke of luck that we met.
I found the excuse to say Hi to you.
There was something brewing between us.
Dunno what they call it?
Calling it love would be perhaps the biggest fallacy in the world.
You are not the regular babe that one meet in the subway.
Neither you are the idolized angel that we may encounter.
You are unique in your own way and that what made your charm work on me.
You did nothing!
I did nothing! ahem! ahem!
Then what do we call it?!
Why do I long to see you?
The smile on your face, your beautiful eyes and the way you say hi makes my world go round.
What are you thinking in the wee hours in the morning?
Are you sleeping with your eyes closed and smiling?
I wish I could see sleeping.
Now will you care to be with me in my dreams?
We will be holding hands together and walking down the alley in this chilled winter.
Till destiny brings us together

Nazreen

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Light my heart!O thy Beauty!
When puts your lofty feet on the ground, you spray the perfume of lifein an otherwise polluted Mumbai.
Your are the epitome of beauty and good vibes.
Is that love?
I nurtured feelings of positivity, the love lorn of a disturbed lover.
Yet!It's not love or is it?
Love with detachment.
You seems to be an enigma.
Like the butterfly spreading its nectar on the crest of seawaves,
your light scatters gems and honey on the polluted smoke.
Nazreen! Your name is almost poetic and belongs to the Almighty.
There is divinity in your voice,
You presence is divine magic.
Are you an angel who shrivels the moistures in the atmosphere?
You are everything a man can ask for yet are within reach of the ordinary mortals.
You are so complex yet so beautiful.
You personify the beauty of life.
Till love and longer never remain the same,
You cannot be love for it kills the beauty of life.

P.S:
This poem is inspired from this very beautiful girl I met in Barista, CST Mumbai. I was struck by her beauty. No, I wasn't in love with Nazreen but was awestruck by her beauty. Almost, statuesque in appeal. One could call it a crush and perhaps more that. I worshipped her beauty.
Cheers, Nazu
Happy Friday

Illusion of Life

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On our way to reach a new high in life, we roll the grass into the cigarette rolls.
To accompany us into our journey, we blast rock music as we inhale our first, second and third puff as we pass the joint.
We are attaining salvation and are taken in another world.
Suddenly, we feel our bodies are slowly moving upwards as we see the earth and its people.
It's another world we are in, free from material bondage and attachment.
Slowly, we are nearing the sky, birds and angels.
Alas!The more we feel we gotta reach them, they are moving far away from us.
Salvation is a long distance call.
To reach there, we shall meet stumbling blocks and pass through a long journey filled with riddles.
Some call it the longest journey of life.
Who needs holy men, babas to guide us to the road less travelled?
It's something to be experienced from within and seen through our own eyes and  to feel within. 
Suddenly, we are brought down in the world habitated by humans, animals, cars and buildings.
As try get up, I see that everubody are sleeping.
Sonali is smiling in sleep and she's travelling with Amit, Shiji and Adi.
I shall not disturb them and let them enjoy the high, the other world bereft of sensual pleasures, materialistic pursuits.
I take a cigarette and goes for a walk to see the sunrise.
I experienced beauty and am going to admire the aesthetic scenery.
As for the rest, they shall be brought back to the earth and follow their steps.
Nothing is permanent in life.
Beauty is felt from within. 
Life is something to be felt deep inside, not necessarily to experienced.
I call it Good Morning.