VALSA GEORGE

 

 

Whispers Of the Wind

 

I hear a wind whispering from the hills

      It comes down tickling the clean woodland rills

    From far is heard the frightened murmur of leaves

   As it pounces on them like wayside thieves

          It shakes the branches of flowering trees

    And their petals drop like confetti in the breeze

 

   Over hills and trees, it loves to skip and stray.

            Always in motion, never inclined to stay

    It moves unhampered over streams and field

     With no resistance to its might, they simply yield

         Like a child, it romps over the shady bowers

    In its gentle touch, dances the gleeful flowers

         Sometimes it steals furtively like a lover

     And disappears kissing our cheeks under cover

 

  It comes capering with a lilt and a swing

         We feel joyous when we hear it merrily sin

    From an unknown hide out it comes like a sprite.

     It always makes us feel its vigorous might

 

The Perfume Bottle

 

It was a gift from one I loved so dearly,

      wrapped in golden foil and tied with a bow,

  a perfume vial, nay, joy bottled up in cut glass.

 

         When I applied it on me for the first time, it was heaven.

Its smell clung to every pore of my skin, dug deep into every sinew of me…

        a smell I loved so dearly, the smell that tickled my nostrils.

 

  The same was the scent, that permeated from him,

         It graced every room and every corner he went.

  It lingered in the air, making his presence felt even after he left.

 

   Whenever I applied it on me, I could feel him close.

 

 Not sure, when a crack fell on our cemented relationship

    Silence began hanging heavy between us, his calls grew less frequent.

       Days stretched in deepening silence and he stopped visiting me.

 

 I no longer had the mood to use the perfume any more

      and kept the bottle away, a souvenir of the love we had.

                    Now it stays on the mantelpiece-

      a sad reminder of the scent that once ensnared me!

   Whenever someone opens it, the fragrance spills out.

 

 Breathing in that luscious aroma, a nostalgic fever

        rushes over, flooding my mind like a river in space.

 

VALSA GEORGE

 

VALSA GEORGE is a retired professor from Kerala, India.  After her successful career as a teacher, she took to poetry. She writes on a wide spectrum of topics spanning Nature, Love and Human relations. She has authored over 950 poems which she regularly posts in international poetry websites, reputed journals and literary publications. She has four volumes of poems to her credit- 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 for the 8th grade students in India in the years (2018- 20). Another poem ‘My Fractured Identity’ is prescribed for the undergraduate students (Voyagers) in Philippines