Poems written by Namitha

Higher Fragrance

Higher Fragrance short poem

From the Rose: Blooming in a bed of thorns Rich colors imbued with jazz Heady fragrance in a sinful dance Riots of confusion crowding the senses Alluring, tempting, trapping… Final swirls into a web of guilty fragrance Can only see

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday short poem

On an Easter Sunday reminiscing histories. Mulling over life’s mysteries recounting old losses reckoning unknown forces. A kindred soul adding warmth and glow. Dispelling the gloom of a sense of impending doom. Once again light and cheer fill the room.