Dry, flaky, thin and long
So unassuming –
Quietly, it lay.
Knowing, with baffling certainty
Someday, one day
It would be chosen.
Today. It was.
Allowed to finally free itself
It long and drab form
Transferring, transforming
Fragrant in release.
Filling, fulfilling, its destiny.
It burns. Gladly.
You know that.
Because you sense it.
That joy.
In the fragrance of its soul,
That quietly permeates, often,
Into your own.
Undated (about a year ago, in 2012; discovered while hunting for something else, entirely 😀 )
Picture: Google Image search for ‘incense’ 🙂
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 
November 6, 2013 at 1:04 pm
A perfect verse for this gloomy, wintry morning Usha Di. 🙂 I wish the clouds would let go of the obstacles they have placed for the sun. The loveliness would then be released. 🙂
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November 19, 2013 at 10:12 pm
Thank you Deboshree 🙂
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October 19, 2017 at 1:28 am
Something as every-day as agarbatti
Finds, in her soul, a lil’ poetry
Its smoky release
Gives her peace
Is this one version of Sense and Sensibility?!
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