Brevity of life... yet with immense fragrance...

Had penned these few lines earlier this week, at the spur of the moment.....when a cousin in Mumbai shared photos of many BrahmaKamals blooming in her home........ 

And today as a BrahmaKamal blooms in our own small garden, am sharing these words again.

Read on..…...

In the darkest depths of the silent midnight hours
They bloom magnificent these fragile white flowers

Weaving a mystical, magical, virginal tale of promise
Demanding an alert vigil from us, lest the moment we miss

Pristine bridal white and with a fragrance so subtle
They leave a message for all, without any hustle and bustle

Our BEING on this planet, our home, is indeed very brief
Our LIVING can be silent and powerful, spreading joy abundant, never causing grief

Life is akin to that very brief moment of a small part of a dark night
And in that brevity we can play our role well, that is our birth-right

And before the new day dawns, the blooms they shrivel and close.....a withering remnant, quite easily missed, forgotten & ignored ..............................
But with the silent knowledge that fragrance is to be shared, not to selfishly hoard

May our brief lives be equally wondrous
And as we breathe out our last, there is no other judge, but us.