You have raided my night again
as the burst of a sudden storm
Sneaking into my loneliness
at the most unexpected hour
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Absolutely brilliant, Valsa. You capture what truly may be the profoundest suffering....the night without sleep, the day without dreams. What is the source of the greater(est) disturbance? The sleepless night or dreamless awakening? Absolutely wonderful poem.
Sleepless nights still whispers to give different perception. Flowers have admired the moment of life. A nice poem gives nice feelings on reading. Revisiting this we feel very glad. An excellent sharing is done.10
You have raided my night again as the burst of a sudden storm Sneaking into my loneliness at the most unexpected hour Plunging me into swirls of pain too deep for expression. Leaving me to drift aimless through the dingy avenues of the past..........the arena of the beginning is so heartrending and attractive. The title of the poem is justified as per the inscription. A beautiful poem shared amazingly.10
You have raided my night again! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Still, why did I let you burn in the flame of my accursed passion? .............passion? ? ! what has Valsa been up to? ? i am not sure about: Then, That wild surge…..beat me down............hmm? a trip into Valsa's subconscious? ? ? OR into MY mind? ? tempting to send to MyPoemList. ok. i concur with some of the other comments. a fine write, ..................of course. bri :)
This is but an affliction true to come natural when you feast your eyes on her explicitly but turns out to be otherwise and ends in surprising agony........Valsa......a powerful write with delicate emotions....10/10
what started as feast for his eyes ended in the death of love! penned it nice, Valsa.
The grace and magnificence with which the story is expressed, the imagery and description of the poignant situation is really great and wonderful which wrings the heart.!
Exuberant and didactic; envisaging and descriptive and above all effusive of a rare reciprocation, how else can a poet speak? The blend of imagination and intuition has a reverberating effect over these lines...
A poignant work of art exquisitely crafted with artistic brilliance.