A melange of blended dried petals n’ spices
Cinnamon, sea salts, lavender and sandalwood
Rose, lilies, lemon, vanilla n orange
Spreads its redolent breathe in the environs

Reminiscent of stolen kisses in rendezvous
Under the fondly gazing stars and dotting moon
And of mystery of the forgotten past
Of the boisterous waves that caress golden sands
And cradle the oyster shells pregnant with pearls
Of the aroma from that kitchen back home
And the perfume of burning sticks of incence
That burnt on the pious altars of temples
The fragrance from the bruised lips of the rose
That smiles amid prickly thorns
And the smell of the whispers of the jasmine
That echo in the rustle of the breeze

All this medley, this exotic olio lies in a crystal bowl
That sits as sterile bric-a-brac on my table
To add flavour to the air of the room
Welcoming ,comforting and rejuvenating to senses

And as I see the gallimaufry in the bowl
Still appreciated after withered, dried, crushed
With a few drops of elixir of essence to enhance the scent
I yearn to be a potpourri after demise
Living as a breathe of fragrant delight
In the minds of the people
With the ambrosia of worded anecdotes of past
To enhance my redolence…