My poetries are nothing
but a small bottle of perfume
which makes my pain scented
so that others can feel it the
way I want them to feel.

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It is serene,it is divine,
It is calmness to a chaotic mind.
Heavenly like petrichor,
Intoxicating like wine.

It is a beauty,it is a bliss
Enchanted I feel,
Worthy it is,
Fortunate is the wind,
Which carries it.

It is subtle,it is gentle,
Memories recollect
As i smell that bottle,
Nostalgia spreads as I spray it in room
It is the smell of my mother's perfume.

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"PERFUME"

Ur perfume smell drives me crazy ,
I loose all my sense...
& My foot just follow,
Your perfume smell...

The smell has adorne my soul ,
Now, I rather prefer to stay...
With u day and night !!
For not one ,for many years ....
But where do u stay?

Oo it's not Ur perfume?
It's Ur body smell ...
That only I could smell !!
Okhh !! you live in the arm of divine nature,
But , why can't I see you ...
I can only smell you !!

Ohh !! You are the soul of nature ;
Goodness, now I choose to stay ...
With u till my last breath ..!!
& I want you to absorb me !!
In ur ...sweet perfume like a smell !!!!....

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