"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

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
                                                   

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