Your Fragrance

This fragrance of itr
That fills the air
Whenever I open my bag!

A pretty notorious way
Of reminding someone
Of You!

And of your absence too…

Elsewhere

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My place had a season
Autumn
Leaves would fall
Fields harvested

Everything looked devastatingly cold
Greyscale
Devoid of any ornamentation

As if mourning
Some loss – unknown
Departure of beloved

Gardens, streets turned red
A sigh onto your every step
The hearts you broke along the path

Now, I stay elsewhere
The leaves don’t fall anymore
No signs of pain
No signs of life reviving itself