Smell Induced Memories
As I walked into
a family restaurant
My nose got
tickled all of a sudden
By a familiar
aroma that entered my nostrils
It transported
me back to the years long past
When I was a
child at my far away home
In my mother’s
kitchen on a Christmas day.
The smell of
chicken stew and ‘noodles’
And the
intoxicating taste of steaming coffee,
Raided my memory
with deep nostalgia.
The spicy aroma
of her kitchen still haunts me
And how I miss
her culinary talents!
Amid this smell,
pops up her smiling face.
When I catch
such scent, how my mind runs to my mother.
Though she is
not with me now, what sweetness is there
For those
memories that tie me to my mother
And wish those
smells should never fade away.
It gives me the
feel that she is with me, so close.
When the smell
of Jasmine wafts through the air
It always brings
memories of our first night
When I
timorously entered my husband’s room
Carrying the
delicate texture of a dream.
Lending romance
to the still night.
His bewitching
presence and endearing words
Filtered down
into my mind, making me feel
Both of us being
lodged and lost in a fairy land.
When we mingled
and melded into one,
In a spark
emitting sensuous indulgence,
Never thought we
would be together all these years
Drinking from
the same cup, the bubbling wine
And the bitter,
acidic potion of pain, alike.
Holding on to
those honey dripping memories,
I re-live those
heavenly moments.
Is it not
strange that memories buried
in the wavering
wash of time are stirred
that lie ash
laden when olfactory senses activate
the neurons of
our brain from time to time!
Along With The Thunder
The sky looks so
irate and angry today.
Dark clouds
strut and stamp along the sky.
Lightnings
hoisted high move like tilt walkers,
Slithering
sparks slice the lump of darkness into pieces.
Thunder rumbles,
its loud screams shatter the peace.
The ear-
splitting ‘boom’ makes one cringe in fear.
Through the
leaves, the wind is whipping hard,
Announcing the
arrival of an impending rain.
Soon water drops
lash down adding special effects.
* * * * *
The transition
from a clear sky to an ebony one,
Was too sudden
with the hot summer day cooling off
And winds
blowing from all directions and silver droplets
From heavens
falling, whispering and telling of love.
Is not love like
a thunderstorm, overwhelming and intense?
It comes
unexpected, consuming one from head to foot,
Flashing like
lightning and pouring like rain
Flooding to the
brim, allowing all desolation drown,
Making one dance
like a peacock with strut feathers.
But sometimes it
comes crashing like thunder,
Splitting our
limbs, tearing us asunder and bringing us pain.
Love at times is
so brief, like the tropical storm,
Not more than a
flash of lightning, a painful memory.
But all depends
on through which angle we look at things.
Instead of
fearing the raging storm and the lightning,
That come along
with the thunder,
Feel the rush of
energy all across your ears and body,
And allow the
vibration, course through your veins,
Shaking loose
the lethargy and inertia from you.
When it rains,
don’t look down on the puddles below,
But wait
hopefully for the spectrum of colours,
Arching
beautifully in the cerulean sky and rejoice!
VALSA GEORGE
VALSA GEORGE is a retired professor
from Kerala. After her successful career as a teacher, she took to poetry. She
writes on a wide spectrum of topics spanning Nature, Love, Human relations et
al. She has authored over 1500 poems in varied poetic forms which she regularly
posts in international poetry websites, reputed journals, and literary
publications. She has four anthologies in her name - Beats, Drop of a Feather,
Rainbow Hues, and Entwining Shadows - the latter two available on Amazon.com.
One of her poems ‘A space Odyssey’ has been included in the CBSE syllabus (Rain
Tree Course Book by Orient Black Swan) for the 8th grade students in India from
the year 2018. Another poem ‘My Fractured Identity’ is prescribed for the
undergraduate students (Voyagers) in Philippines
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