Thursday, October 24, 2013

A Wait, Infinite Comments

Rating: 5.0

Night stirred memories, once forgotten
Of the days I burnt with love
When you consumed my days
And I carried you like a queen
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Valsa George
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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 August 2018

In Time’s eternal motion The tree will remain there As a trunk of fossilized hope Till your love charges life into it! .......so touching and impressive. A beautiful metaphorical poem nicely executed.

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Akhtar Jawad 25 December 2014

A beautiful poem with a nice metaphor...................10

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 09 August 2014

Truly all the lines are so beautifully written with nice metaphor after reading the piece I felt lively and buoyant with hopes.........Valsa..........you are amazing

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Clarence Prince 04 November 2013

A lovely piece of work, a great poem! May you be blessed!

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Yasmin Khan 02 November 2013

Hope is infinite so wait is......true love and the last line is especially touching.

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Patricia Grantham 30 October 2013

A beautiful and highly captivating write Valsa. I can truly feel the sadness depicted in this poem of unrequited love. Having to wait patiently and contemplating it ever. Love abounds here. Haunting and excellent at the same time.

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Tajudeen Shah 29 October 2013

Ah, I am trying hard to swim across this tide-bound ocean of emotions. What a write! As usual, my inner self is engaged in dissecting your state of mind during the process of this versification. The mystical ambiance, sure, is a wonderful canvass for such a passion to remain enduring; proclaiming the slogan of ' purest form of passions proclaim themselves the possibilities'. God Bless.

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Tribhawan Kaul 28 October 2013

A well written poem with feelings and poetic characterization. The last but one stanza is like icing on the cake. Lovely..

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Dinesan Madathil 28 October 2013

You have done something impossible for many poets over here. It is a poem that has the touch of a mystic element that is apparently human and obviously metaphysical in effect. A great write from you. Madam Valsa here is your 10 out of 10. I am soon to write a lot on the bitter side of life that one is forced to have...

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Marvin Brato 28 October 2013

Succinct sentiments...truly very interesting read!

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Om Chawla 27 October 2013

A lovely story of unrequited love. As I was reading it I was reminded of an urdu couplet: ' Awal awal ajnabi thi dard ki lizzat Khumar Rafta rafta dum-b-dum yeh hum safar hoti gai' Meaning: ' initially the feeling of agony was very strange, O Khumar [ name of the poet ] however with passage of time it became life's companion.' A nice write.

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Heather Wilkins 27 October 2013

beautiful work Valsa a story well told.

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Some doors will never open again No matter how much we knock Having missed them when they were open Some time not long ago round the clock.... Good poem madam and welcome to my page

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 26 October 2013

In Time’s eternal motion The tree will remain there Beautiful words. Nice poem. Thank you.

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Joseph Anderson 26 October 2013

Your metaphoric rendering of time with a waiting, wanted love was truly amazing.Love will win. Beautiful

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David Wood 26 October 2013

A story of unrequited love. Should we endure and wait for time to pass or move on to find new love? That is the question.

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Danny Draper 26 October 2013

A classical story of unrequited love transcended by trial and tribulation to transform a love into a metaphor of endurance and resilience against time and its empty and unrealised hopes and dreams.

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Dauntless Aberrants 26 October 2013

Hello mam, The poem is very beautifully written. Especially loved the part where you compared the wait edging into infinity. The conversion into a tree, vegetated and questioning whether one really lived or ever died, was most striking! Loved it thoroughly, Thanks! :)

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Kee Thampi 25 October 2013

a gust, I love to see it from this great poetess Was it the face I longed to see? Might not be or else, I would have Been admitted in.

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 25 October 2013

loved this beautiful poem etched in sadness!

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