Roots

 A poem dedicated to students ...classmates, seniors, juniors...from my alma mater, Patna Science College. Some, I have known from my college days and are best of my friends and some  I came to know recently but it feels that I have always known them.

They keep my roots alive.

Joss sticks with  dim embers,
Their ether softly wafting.
Rhythmic rubbing of sandalwood ,
Their essence slowly lofting.

Red roses  with bruised petals,
Their scent making one giddy.
Basketful of star jasmines,
Nothing short of heady.

Aromas escaping the kitchen,
Pungent mustard flaring nostrils afar.
Spices assaulting the senses,
From tangy pickle's open jar.

Caramel and golden grain ,
Their union just heavenly.
Sweetness hovering above,
As they sizzle gingerly.

The memorised morning mantras,
Booming notes of  conch shells.
The evening chant with lighted lamps,
The delicate ringing of brass bells.

Scarlet hibiscus kiss the feet,
Bright vermllion in parted hair,
Unmistakable tinkle of glass bangles,
Six yards worn with easy flair.

All gush back to me like a blast.
The smell, sights and sounds,
A vibrant kaleidoscope from the past,
As I come across a bunch of unknown,
But oh! so familiar faces!!