Fabiyas M V Poet Free verse

Vrishchika Wind

You were 
neither a destroyer
nor a preserver 
like Shelley’s west wind.
You were
a native signal
to harvest the taro and tapioca.
You were
a swing for the shore, 
and my soul too.

You weren’t 
just a parching wind
for me.
My still leaves 
were energized 
by your verve.

Moon shines. 
Henna plant blooms.
Ghost of a love loiters 
in the old melody
from a CD.
If you blow now, 
a heaven will open 
as in the past.

Climate has changed 
like generation. 
Vrishchika and the present
are passive,
poker-faced.
Season of stirring wind 
is no more.
An Ockhi of havoc howls 
instead. 



Vrishchika,- a month in Malayalam calendar, noted for continuous 
                     wind in some parts of Kerala
Ochkhi –      name of a cyclone

First published in The Curlew

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