fragrance vol. 1 issue 2

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Vol: 1 Issue 2 Managing Editor : Waseem A Malla Apr-Jun, 2013


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Editors Note

Dear Readers,

Cover Picture and Background picture by Sheri

Wright

Glad to meet you again though Fragrance's second issue.

The response we got for the very first issue was great and we

were overwhelmed by your mails and comments.

This issue had got more wonderful submissions fromtalented poets all over the world. When we planned of a

themed issue, we were not sure whether it will work out. We

had an idea of relaxing the rules as we were scared

submissions would decline. But to our astonishment our

talented poets jumped into action flooding our inbox with

wonderful poems. Every poem was fantastic and we had a

tough time choosing poems for our magazine.

Every poem gave me a different picture to the word flower.

You all would be very eager to read Fragrance and I am sorry

for delaying it a bit. I hope your enthusiastic and patient wait

wont go in vain.


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Regards,

Shalini Samuel,

Editor in chief,

Fragrance.

SHE IS

As fresh as first grass

Is the velvet green wrap

Enclosing the bud leaves amass

Dark petal tears shiny trap

Little bud emerges out to the rays of sun

Like someone who has awaken in the morn

She blooms to the fullest in little run

Wide open like smiling eyes yet stubborn

She spreads the scent of love

Standing erect on stalk, with sepals

Drooping down and taking a bow


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Who guards her rich royal petals?

To quench the thirst of her love

She remains pious holding nectar till the end

Blending her fragrance with breeze above

She waits until dusk, bids farewell taking a bend

Ends up on the grave of someones belovedOr brightens the color of love in a lover

Or becomes a subject to a poet unloved

Her sacrifice is unrevealed still, she is a flower

-Basilia Leva


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Desires

Colours all that come with

red, rosy, white, purple and yellow

have gone to these flowers.

Should some flow of meanings

carrying spectacles of life

be spilled once over the people

who are entering darkness

black like coal

carrying with them

the sadness with faded colours,

in great haste

scorching in fret and hunger!

I have a desire to see

a transformed face

of the world.

Bhisma Upreti

Email: [email protected]


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Flowers in the Hills

This year, too

Flowers blossomed in the hills.

Bukis bloomed

and rhododendrons too.

Flower-like maidens

went running to the plants

plucked blossoms to put in their hair.

Wet in the drizzle of colors,

bathed in the fragrance of petals,

they ran to the brook

and saw their own faces.

Shy of themselves

they ran away and took shelter

in the hearts of young-men.

In the hills of rocks

suffering there is harder than the rocks.


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Like hopes,

if these flowers, too, were not blossoming here

how could people live

in such heights

where living is hard.

Bhisma Upreti

Email: [email protected]


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Orange Day Lily

I mean, a Bright Orange Day Lily

One that encapsulates all shades of Orange

Looking like an electronic charge,

Bounding forward

You arose from a green cocoon,

Surround by darker green leaves

Your smell is an aphrodisiac, and draws me in

Taking my breath away,

I stop and stare at your outward beauty

Bees around and abound being drawn to you,

And your magnetic charm

Mother Natures calling card,

Is doing business in my back yard

I am awe struck; want to bring you in,

But cant end your life

Leaving you to garnish my yard,

I will settle on being a peeping tom

Till you dry up,

Then blow away,

In the warm summer winds!


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D Everett Newell 6/17/2011

NEWBORN SPRING

A new colored blanket,

a shine on the lustrous greens.

The cuckoo is heard humming a hymn,

the cherry tree is dazzling in pink.

Young daffodils and lilies have just woken from sleep,

whats so special ofthis new dawn,

The wind carries a message and gives a ring,

Rejoice people, welcome the Newborn Spring!!!

Elvira Lobo.

Mumbai, India


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FLOWERS

My intellect fails to uncover the truth,How thee succeed to, thyself soothe.

When filth engulfs every realm of earth,

From where thee extracts colour of mirth.

And glow to display thy untainted grace.

You are envied by every race.

Thee born to bloom, so thee remain.

Displays thy prowess beyond thy domain.

Thy fragrance subdues every odour,

Thy bloom attracts the cloudy cover.

Out of Love, it rains, thee to embrace.

Enrich thy base, kiss thy face

Indrajit Rai


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Flowering Time

When ever the world grows darker

from death, war and gloom.

Hearts must heal from all these painsfor flowers still bloom.

Music of soul must journey so far

out through clouds of dust and ages passed.

We shall walk, dance, pray, and sing,


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for a hearts joy brings what will surely last.

Recesses of anger, shame, guilt and blame

shall not hide nor rule in our lives forever.

This day we shall decide for pure lovefor were all in this garden together.

Celebrating our blooming essence of giving

beautiful joy everyday in life were living.

For when night shall come to fall,

we can rest in peace as we lay.

Grateful our flowering pink lotus lifeis bringing us a new dawn.

Happiness sings its laughter

in our blossoms fragrant song!

Poem and Photo by: Jen Walls

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A Saffron Rose

Fallen leaves of pulchritudinous spring,

Forgotten lyrics of a classic song,

Gloomy sunshine of morning daylight,

Glittering pearls of splintery ornament,

Like your celestial dreams deliquesced in the dusky life,

Are timelessly dwindling like the snowstorm in the red-hot

river.

Time with its ironbound hand has shellacked light before

your eyes,

When will you see it again?

The golden cradle of selfish love,

The crimson penumbra of poisonous love,

The sepia string of scrappy love,

Have sundered your cerulean space of selfless love.


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But your lovely appearance is untouched by lovelessness of

pulverizing purpled pennoned love.

Your beauty did not shell out euphoria,

Your skilled redolence did not please you,

Your plangent petals of clement soul is needed to none,

With thorns of little tussle even, you are flimsy quintessence.

In the nocturnal hush of despair,

Your whishes are not voiced.

In the breathless water down of usual febrific routine ,

You forgot to laugh.

In the uphill waves of sea of lifes hardships cycle,

You lost yourself.

Your loneliness of incessant lacuna,

Your hopelessness of solitary space,

Scattered dreams of your shattered recollection,

Still longed to be soothen, to share

With coloured eyes lingering persistently,

Remains ever loosing saffron of everlasting rose.


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By Jyothsnaphanija

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The Flower In Red

Energetic is my gait

Passionate is my style

Determined is my will

Stimulating is my profile

Intense is my desire

Fiery is my bearing

Resilient is my behaviour

Courageous is my being


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I give love for love

But am dangerous too

If you bamboozle me

I can retaliate too

Red is my being

Red is my hueWith my vibrant spirits

I colour the milieu

Neelam Chandra

C-164, RDSO Officers Colony,

Manak Nagar, Lucknow-226011


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Acrostic Flowers

F lowersL ive near open doors, on the mantel piece, in designer vases

but

O ften absent in unsmiling eyes from

W here quarrels emanate and curses fly

E legant carpeted floors

R un under unfriendly souls

S ans welcome smiles

F ine art work on walls

L ooks at hostile undercurrents swirling beneath the

O pulent lace

W orldly pleasures and

E vil thoughts make

R andom joys run awry

S ee the hearts flawed beyond solace!

F orlorn are the houses with lush blossoms where

L ittle joy bloom in human bosoms

O pt not for hoarded antiques nor for

W ooden tiled designer floorsE verlasting are the homes with laughter galore

R ule is a hug a day to

S ee a heart become a garden.


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Reena Prasad


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Destiny of Flowers

Approaching spring seasonBring ecstasy to blooms

Creating a new worldBanishing gloom

Blossoming into flowersSadness then overcomes

Shortened life, boon or baneGetting plucked, time and again

Killing a living one for personal gain !For temples to adore

For deities to profferFor hair to beautifyFor bonds to testify

None can justifyAct of fingers

Fragrance still lingersThrough the seasons

Waiting for a new beginning

And end tooDestiny of flowers.All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

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Reincarnation of a flower

Offer me not in templesworship me not with gods

pluck me not and killlet me wither on the branch itself

fading away, wont die still.

Living in seedswill sprout againunder the heaps

transmigrating into budsblooming to flowersspreading fragrance

all round and everywhere.

All rights reserved/Tribhawan [email protected]


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Flowers

Amazing creativity of that unknown artist!

Colour splash like a multi-dimensional artwork,

Genius brush strokes create unparalleled beauty

With indigenous shades.

Inexhaustible range of fragrance

Soothes mind, body and soul.

A womb filled with re-generating and replenishing seeds,

Opens a gateway for

Many awe-inspiring and immortal creations

Welcome to the enchanting world of FLOWERS.

- Vinita Surana([email protected])


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The Book of Chicory

Chapter 2 ...Verse 1

I remember

the wandering

meandering river

wild dandelions

(yellow as the sun)

&


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bitter chicory

(blue as a sky)

grew upon its banks

time passed

&

memories

etched

into a mosaicto remind me

so never

again will

I forget

CHICORY POETRY


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Beautiful Imagination

1.

I wake up on thorns to sleep on bed of roses

Not letting me forget i live in between thorns of roses.

2.

Waft of wind whistled to open the smile of flowers

Fragrance ran out to hug waft of wind

Wind carried fragrance along to unknown land to spread love

Love was stirred to bring joy in all hearts

3.

Wind walk slowly,softly

With whistle like lullaby

As the night falls Beautiful flowers sleep soundly

It's a raat rani awake

spreading fragrance


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To tempt you

Come to her to stay awake

Perhaps you may not know

In the hours of day when you come

Don't come with your confidence overly grown

Mind you! It's sun that will stop you

It is sure to impede your flirtious moveIt's his daffodils, sunflowers and marigold

If you dare eye them!

Such will be the heat of envy

If once it hears you whistle

You will be burnt to ashes

Kalpana Shah


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The Life With Blossoms

waterfall

I photograph its mist

on blossoms

spring morning

a rose wallah

dresses a boquet

distant hill

a river carrying

the cherry blossoms

springs end

my infant fingers

the fallen petal


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autumn drizzle

a wallah shakes

the orchid bouquet

Ramesh Anand

Bangalore,

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