The aroma of chicken curry Filled up the room making everyone happy Her kid came back running To see what mom's cooking! Chicken pieces in spicy gravy She would relish this afternoon so rainy But when she saw her kid Happiness in her soul started to take seed. The best of best she will give him Her unconditional love is like a hymn Searching the gravy she finds the bigger piece She placed it on his plate and that is her peace. No matter what her desire is Before her happiness, comes his His smile is like blessings from above Nothing can come between her care and love. He ate the chicken with a twinkle in his eyes Happily she gave him some more fries A mother's love can never be measured Her selfless soul must always be treasured. © Priyalakshmi Gogoi.

Happy since Friday Ecstatic since Saturday Come Sunday And it's my Fun day!!!! After a storming week Relaxation is all I seek I spend time with myself but I'm not meek You may think I am a freak!! Whoa the sun is shining Birds are singing With joy my heart is jumping Tiredness and fatigue goes running! I will wear my casual dress My hair I don't care if it's in a mess No tension no stress My favourite day it is I must confess!! Yay Sunday the best of all days With happiness my heart sings in melodic ways Pure bliss greater than the cheque that pays A joyful heart is a blessing always! © Priyalakshmi Gogoi.

A sudden turning point and I see the foggy mystical sheet Silently approaching and settling Creating an eerie distance between our hearts. Your presence is magnetic Yet it is uncanny and unheimlich A blur between the reality and unreality But I still took my step into the fog. Not knowing what lies ahead I kept walking with a soul heavy Only to realise that Love like you, is nothing but an Enigma ....

The magic of your touch casts a spell on my senses every inch screaming out for more A sweet pain that you pour In the cup of our blossoming love The temptations to drink more of it to the brim of passion to the light beyond the horizon.

In the tree of our life Every frondescence Is like a memory taking its shape Fortunate enough to be blessed with life, Going through highs and lows The sun and the storm Strengthening its presence In the tree that define us. We live a hundred times Creating events told and untold Sometimes bold, sometimes broken. We become a pile of stories That we beautifully paste In the scrapbook of our hearts Reminiscing our seasons Before the beauteous fall Into an eternal closure To renew the tree of life again. --© Priyalakshmi Gogoi.