THE INCENSE

The slender little brown stick,

heaving fragrance in its soul -
waiting for the first kiss of a flame.
The eternal battle of life will begin,

evaporating like smoke every moment; 

Every present moment as of now, 

becoming the ashes of the past.

The decay of incense, like life itself.
Each passing day, holds its own scent.

The fleeting sweetness leaving only -

an empty space in human life.
The swirling smoke coils, becoming -

the last reflection of incomplete desires.

Life takes its leave; a fleeting fragile beauty.

Not all memories can be held back.
Whether, the ashes of incense be accepted -
or would we enjoy ourselves in the -

obsession of its fragrance, would be -

determined by our perspective of life.

The flame of life can get extinguished -

before its expected time and a silent end -

could arrive in a momentary flash.
So, spread joy everywhere,

regardless of all doubts and do not -

take any rest before the eternal one.