A Twilight Robbery Poem by Valsa George
A Twilight Robbery
When there was still day light lingering
And the wind was upon the leaves
And every leaf trembled at its touch
On his balcony, he lazily sat.
His mind strayed like a vagabond
Through the strange terrains of dreams,
Never settling anywhere
Hovering over myriad things
He was on the fringe of another world
Idly watching the shadows chasing the light
And the autumn clouds scurrying past
In endless quest across the sky
Feeling the breath of passing breeze
He wasn't sure how long he sat there,
In his trance, did he hear a grating sound?
Yes, a rusty window opened somewhere
It was in the house opposite to his
In dim light, he saw a face behind the veil
A full moon eclipsed by the clouds
In that golden dusk, her face was a water lily
Bloomed in a still lagoon edged by moonlight
And her glittering eyes
Had the shine of a thousand stars
And in an instant they got locked in his
Taking his violin, he moved his fingers on its strings
From it, flowed a sweet song of love
He saw her rising slowly from where she sat
And coming closer, she parted the curtain
And smiled at him a gentle seductive smile
As if proclaiming aloud- ‘I love you'!
He fell into a swoon, knew a sweet sensation
Creeping onto him, drowning him inch by inch
They were so close, only eyelids away
And how he wished to be meshed into her!
A thousand ‘diyas' were lit in the caverns of his heart
Sure it was a ‘diwali' night for him
For long he carried the memory
Of her passionate glance and lovely smile
Thrown across to him from an open window
On a mild windy night of song, silence and shadows
Again and again it awakened in him
A wistful longing, he hardly could resist
Until it became a picture frozen in time
On that gathering dusk, lit in golden glow
Did he rob her in secret and carry her unawares,
On the languid wings of his song
Or when she broke open that window,
Did she break open his heart too
And enter it unbidden?
diwali- a Hindu festival of lights celebrated every year in Autumn!
A lovely write of twilight love-making between the violinist and the seductive moon. A lovely imagination by a poetess. Loved the beautifully pictured poem. Thank you, Valsa.
Oh! what a imagery.......Valsa.....so sweet to script such an immortal love story surfaced in moonlit night between the moon and the violinist...... a great piece indeed.....10/10
In step by step the story she tells. When it relates the soft love relation it makes so fascinating and a best poem.
so beautifully - like a web of words, how to make my feel..... On that gathering dusk, lit in golden glow Did he rob her in secret and carry her unawares, On the languid wings of his song
Wind was up on the leaves and often for long he carried the memory. Beautiful visionary. On the gathering dusk lit in golden glow makes this poem fantastic and enjoyable. Excellent writing really. Heart touchable and memorable.
The Moon is our eternal lady love and her world of romance is a paradise of veiled mystery! The violinist here possesses the mind of a true lover whose domains are passion and patience. The poem can speak of its own strength of freshness of the seed of thought. The Moon here symbolizes any lady who could allure the heart of any man inclined to passionate thoughts and a romantic escalation of the reinvented phase of life. Waiting at her doors are the innumerable lovers and most presumably her world of charms might be installed on the pedestals of an endurable Utopia of the kind. I have no other words to add here. Absolutely an overflow of imagination piled long before in a tranquil state.....
The Moon is our eternal lady love and her world of romance is a paradise of veiled mystery! The violinist here possesses the mind of a true lover whose domains are passion and patience. The poem can speak of its own strength of freshness of the seed of thought. The Moon here symbolizes any lady who could allure the heart of any man inclined to passionate thoughts and a romantic escalation of the reinvented phase of life. Waiting at her doors are the innumerable lovers and most presumably her world of charms might be installed on the pedestals of an endurable Utopia of the kind. I have no other words to add here. Absolutely an overflow of imagination piled long before in a tranquil state.....
Taking his violin, he moved his fingers on its strings From it, flowed a sweet song of love The scene from the open window provided all the love and inspiration. A poem of great beauty to read, feel, and appreciate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 11:59:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An amazing beauty is it! What a poem, I don't know how my private life is exposed to you. Perhaps you have an orbiting moon in the space that snaps your friends engaged in naughtiness. Anyway, a nice imagination and I congratulate you for this lovely poem..............10