Valsa George Poems
- Poet Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky Mightier than either ...
- A Sudden Downpour Rain beats down on the window pane As the ...
- Dust Unto Dust The briny tears have dried The sounding ...
- To My Anonymous Lover Somewhere in a strange land An unknown...
- Winged Words Like a creature hibernating in its ...
- A Song Of Hope When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind And ...
- Eagle On Wings Have you watched an eagle in flight? On ...
My encounter with poetry was sudden. I didnt write a single poem till 2007. It was the fatal year when I happened to be bedridden for about four months. Obviously I was quite depressed. To while away my time, I started scribbling something and I felt what I wrote made sense and that was my first poem-The Great Escape. It was making myself convinced that my life was not meant to be languished in despair. It had such poignancy and depth of feeling..as it came directly from my heart!
Sensitive by nature, small things can excite me. Nature with her myriad faces has been my greatest inspiration. I am tied down to my family and with moderate comforts, I am happy in life. Retired from a... more »
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'''Jealousy is the outcome of one's own sense of ineptitude. It leads to dislike and hatred and does more harm to those who have it than on whom it is directed!''Valsa George
'''Fools hasten to defeat others and establish victory. But they do not know that the greatest victory is victory over oneself... one's impulsive instincts'''valsa George
''' One's true colour comes out not in friendship but in enmity'''Valsa George
Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns, monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful colour and mode
Which with pain and strife fraught
Or bright with gaiety and grace
In finer yarn than the gossamer thread
On the fabric of words in befitting verse
He steals away from the noisy crowd
In to the stillness of the cloistered cell
To dwell with Fancy's mystic charms
Weaving downy dreams at will
He recounts forgotten tales of yore
Of bloody battles won and lost,
Of lovers united, amour defiled, ...