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Everyday is a fresh start

green (leaves) the colour of freshness

Fresh is the first ray of morning’s sun

Fresh is the sip of an early morning tea

Fresh is the smell of green grass under my feet

Fresh is the giggle of an innocent child

Fresh is the breeze that flows in the field

Fresh is the taste of a ripe tomato from my kitchen garden

Fresh is the sight of blue sky from my window

Fresh is the feel of cool water running down a stream

Fresh is the first shower of rain

stream running up and down struggling to stay fresh

The last time I looked at a grass it was bright green one day, light green the next, then pale yellow and finally wore a rustic brown. We are just like a blade of grass crossing all the stages of life. But never once I thought that the blade of grass had lost its freshness. It appeared fresh at every stage to me.

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There is freshness embedded in every fold of life. If we think yesterday was the same as today and tomorrow will still be the same we might lose to stay fresh. I wonder how the sky has worn the blue garment forever and still looks fresh to us. Being mortals we might wither away some day that is inevitable but we can choose to begin everyday programming ourselves with the thought that – it is a fresh start, it is a new day.

bud – ready for a fresh start of its journey

 

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Smiling with the Smell

I smell nature

in fresh green grass

I smell innocence

in a hot cup of chocolate

I smell strength

in the pages of new books and covers

I smell freedom

in the vastness of sea

I smell relief

in the first shower of monsoon rains

I smell my hunger

in the freshly baked carrot cake

I smell love

in lavender, jasmine and roses

I smell my addiction

in a bottle of all ground spices and herbs

I smell laziness

in the dark blue night sky

I smell a child

in you

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Summer is here;

The bright green grass to cheer.

Muddy paths and dust play like children.

Sweat and toil take the human shape.

 

Dry leaves have rattled away,

Nice bright pink, yellow and orange flowers blooms everywhere.

Summer’s heat, nightingales sing sweet all come by.

 

Mangoes on the trees;

Ice creams on the plates.

Children go swimming, there days never ending.

Playing all day long, they hardly come home.

 

Home brings relief.

Indoors smells sweet.

Lemons crushed in lemonade,

bright and refreshing.

Bubbling away in the bubble bath.

My soul quietly drifting from the past.

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