Fragrance

By Priyanka Panwar

The stillness of love
No language
No haste
A calm touches the air;
your heart sits in one place
after having slogged for years.
The aroma of chai 
and the sound of rain drops
‘tis the only truth out there.

Love 
that blooms
in the wildest weather
and touches the ground
on a soft, winter morning;
shedding and giving. 

Ready for the morning prayers;
Living in the fragrance that is left behind.

Priyanka Panwar teaches English at University of Delhi. When she isn’t reading or teaching, she likes to travel and observe. A movie buff and a voracious reader; on most days she dreams of coffee and mountains.

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