To My Anonymous Lover

Note: The poem below is written by Valsa George, a renowned poet from India. I enjoyed it a great deal and with her permission putting it on for my blog readers. For more of her poetry visit her page at the poetry site of PoemHunter.com
Savita Tyagi

To My anonymous Lover

Some where in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
Where ever I am, I feel a pair of eyes
Fondly surveying and scanning me,
Speaking to me in silence
And keeps me awake in the night
I feel it all, all hear it all
Filling me with a sweet ache!

When night birds croon in the woods
And their mates answer the serenade,
When the moon begins her somnambulistic walk
And light beams percolate through pine needles,
And the hundred eyes open in the blue heights
To watch over the sleeping earth,
When the whistles of train is heard far away
And its music wanes into a monotonous drone,
When the rooster makes the first clarion call
Breaking the serene silence of the night,
When glowworms float in darkness
Like cruise ships over the sea,
When night gales shake the slender coniferous trees
And wind whistles among their leaves,
When sailing clouds blind the stars
And the night turns into an ebony shade,
When the opening Jasmine secretly exults
In her own exotic scent,

Sitting in my dimly lighted room
I draft this message of love
Pouring all my warmth into it
Thus emptying my love laden heart
That blazes with fire of love
And encode it in cryptic script
To be mailed to you my love!

Oh, it might take much time
Better it be a whispered endearment
Sent through this perfumed night breeze
That shall carry it from this end to that end

So kindly leave your window open!

Wish you all PoemHunter members A Happy Valentine's Day !!

Valsa George
Thursday, February 13, 2014
                                                   

A Frightening Dream

A huge python crawls in dream again

Massive shadowy figure of long grey serpent,

Moves with tremendous force in cold obscurity.

From my mythological memory I recall of Vasuki *

Shiva's faithful companion,

A garland of grace and beauty

Wrapped around his blue neck so gingerly.

Tonight he wasn't there

As an accomplice of ocean churning

For seekers of immortality

Tonight he was an ordained employee of death

In cold blooded merciless cruelty

Destroying and devouring all

What was built with love and care.

Walls and bricks fall all around

Dust and smoke blind the vision

Choking me out of my breath

I stood there in darkness

Shaking and trembling

Oh! How I wished to save just a little nook.

A silent prayer, a wishful thinking

Echoed in fearful heart

Hope of a tiny dwelling to be spared

Amid the fallen debris of rocks and iron

His coils and fangs will have mercy

For a little room where the most delicate  

The most helpless of all

A little innocent life lies

Blissfully unaware of lurking danger.

Just then I break away from sleep

All apprehension of that fateful event stops

A sense of relief takes over

Akin to when an earthquake shakes every thing

But in a next moment of afferent sensation

When the earth becomes still

One feels oneself alive again.

Fear grips my heart

A wakeful consciousness

Still disoriented,

Entwined with truth and illusion

Haunted by the vivid memory

Of a terrifying, wretched moment,

Struggles to regain and recompose.

For now all is calm in dark night

In quiet submission, whatever was spared

Stirs back to life again

Cobra wraps in his coils whoever

Or what so ever it wishes to wring

And leaves the rest unscathed.

Based loosely upon a dream.

Savita Tyagi

* Vasuki is the name of a snake in ancient Indian literature.

Snow

Snow all around

I dwell sojourn 

In its vastness

Emptying my blankness

Upon powdery landscape

The tiny gloom particle

like a handful of coarse sand

gets vanished in mountain of snow 

A stretched out grandiosity

spreads serene against my trivial discord.

Tickle A Baby

Tickle a baby and watch him giggle

Joy on earth resides in a baby's cooing

Heaven's light brightens the home

where babies are cared and cuddled

All that is best of love and life

Falls in our lap when a baby smiles

People who hurt babies innocent 

Wicked and cruel of heart beguile

Have conscience of slimy vile.

Note: Recently I became grandmother again. My grandson's video of his sweet giggles is my inspiration for this short poem. My God bless all the babies.