I was probably walking upwind–
My first big mistake. There it was.
Wafting right into me,
The very familiar smell,
One that I’d learnt to avoid.
The scent I’d tried to forget
For so many years now.
You’d think it shouldn’t matter,
And you’re right, it does not.
How does one shake the memory of a smell?
The same smell that made you feel safe,
The fragrance that you once loved,
The scent of faded happier times,
The ones you tried to forget,
Erase, obliviate, delete– whatever!
Never worked, did it?
No, but I learnt to hate it
To a point, it suffocated me,
Made me sick to the stomach.
“Don’t breathe,” I told myself,
Nearly laughed too, because years ago,
I would have taken this same scent in.
Well, clearly not anymore.
Funny, isn’t it? Or is it tragic?
The damage a little bottle of nostalgia can do,
And the mark it can leave on the soul?
∼ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.