Valsa George

A Welcome Respite

Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock
The family, gone on a four day trip
Left all to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block

Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie
The breeze that steals in through the window ajar
Tousles my hair and briskly passes
And I hear a Bulbul warbling afar

Snuggling beneath my woolly blanket
With deadlines none, I feel so light
Lazily watching the sun beams filtering down
I lie quiet, my mind, like a bird in flight

This brief respite is truly a delight
At a time when life is going out of gear
With so much of work and very many errands
Task on task and each day’s toil and care

Now the house is empty with my own space
To pursue things of my preferential choice
To feast on the flowers in dawn’s early light
And to lose myself in the company of the Muse

To indolently watch the time slipping by
To indulge in all fanciful things that gladden
To skip a meal and close down the kitchen
To hum and sing in gay abandon

Loneliness, at times I warmly embrace
When exhausted with life’s ceaseless mess
Of late I have begun to realize
It sure has its shimmering gloss.

But I must put on a deceptive guise
And say, I so badly missed my folks
While they were away on a distant trip
Though I know, it is far from facts!
* * *

After a cool night’s blissful rest
I woke up feeling full of zest
To take up routine chores without haste
And venture on a day’s audacious quest!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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  • Search 2 (4/14/2013 8:10:00 AM)

    The dear and near ones continue to influence us and they fill the void of life often felt otherwise. But when alone we can fill that void quite meaningfully as well. A truth emerging from within the intimate thoughts has been well expressed Madam (Report) Reply

  • Tiku . (4/14/2013 2:28:00 AM)

    what a beautiful ink Valsa.loved the way you have put your feelings.i love loneliness too sometimes to enjoy the nature.very nice.carry on. (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (4/12/2013 5:33:00 AM)

    ur poem truly shows how busy we get with our routine chores with time flying fast without realising that we are getting old.....remember those carefree days when we were kids, had no responsibilities et all n wander where ever we want to, without any tension.....yes sometimes we feel to have some personal space, n be only with ourselves without any deadlines.........very rightly said n applicable to a woman To skip a meal and close down the kitchen, To hum and sing in gay abandon as this moment hardly comes in our day to day life! very well written....... (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (4/11/2013 6:07:00 AM)

    We all need some time and space to ourselves, after which we welcome back and appreciate our loved ones. Very well written Valsa, an excellent poem with some lovely lines. (Report) Reply

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