As I Lose Myself Comments

Beautiful crafted

Looking from those alien shores At times I catch a glimpse of Heaven, Beyond the far rims of the horizon Then my soul leaps in such exquisite rapture And my unuttered thoughts burst into a song! The thoughts that couldn't be uttered when burst in a poem, and that too a poem by Valsa, is something really amazing.

Beautiful! Can't prison it in words of praise. This truly is a masterpiece and a song of your soul.

A master piece indeed from a great writer like you......Valsa.....words, imagination, vision all combined to bring a heavenly song indeed and my spirit soars high and I am enlightened......10/10

very nice words use of i lose myself poem madam and also read my poem

the words of a true poetess. Your first stanza is the story of a true poetess. When in the quiet time a mind seeks a release from its thoughts. That is when the poet begins to write. lovely work

The first verse, highly tactile, progressively, through imagination and vision, expands the poem, always artfully crafted, simply - soars!

What a journey; quite an experience. Fine job Valsa.

This piece of poetry is really beautiful Valsa. It speaks of the Heavens and the Earth. One can lose ones self in this well penned write. Thanks for the opportunity.

Beautiful words you have given. And you always pass these onto others. Thank you

Soaring has so long been the dream of humanity that here we are reminded that it remains a physical and spiritual desire written with great imagination and grace.

Honestly, i was also positively lost amidst the beauty of your thoughts, words so meaningful to convey your emotions, so elegantly jotted down. Truly beautiful Song, dear Valsa. Love it! Cheers, Maria

Loaded with inspiration and imagination - lovely Valsa.

Nice to b back to read such wondrous muse, indeed i also tink it flies like aladin's carpet.

Hmmm....I am speechless! ! Honoured with a rare gift, I can never pay back! ! ..... Dinesh, Thank you so much! !

GERMAN TRANSLATION OF THE POEM Als ich Lose Myself Mit fantasievollen Gedanken schwärmen wie Heuschrecken, Wenn mein Geist läuft bizarre Ich suche einen ruhigen Ort Zu sitzen und notieren Sie Auf dem Blatt Papier halte ich Nicht stört, wenn sie oder rufen Sie reimen In Zeiten wie gurgelnde Bäche So laut, fließen sie Oder wie Tautropfen, sanft befeuchtet das Gras Sie kommen und ruhig niederlassen auf der weißen Oberfläche. Kann gefangen werden Innerhalb der strukturierten Rahmen eines Liedes, Meine Gedanken, in Zeiten, nehmen Flügel und fliegen. Wie Aladdins Zauberteppich Sie tragen mich mit zu Lande unbekannt Und Regionen nie gereist! Als wir fliegen, schauen wir von oben Die Magie Wandteppich mit bizarren Felsformationen Grüne Arkaden und silbrig-Streams Und in der Schönheit zu verlieren Diese drehenden Globus, so erstaunlich zu sehen Die Fahrt ist so angenehm, bald die Elemente Aufzulösen und die Zeit abläuft Vergesse ich sogar, ich existieren Aufsteigender höher Mit einer seltenen Leichtigkeit des Seins Auf den Flügeln so schwerelos Die Welt der Wahrheit blendet vollständig aus Bis wie ein thistledown So schwerelos schwebe ich zusammen mit Wolken Angetrieben durch den Auftrieb der Luft Blickt man von diesen fremden Ufern Manchmal habe ich einen Blick in Heaven, Beyond the weit Felgen des Horizonts Dann meine Seele springt so exquisite Entzücken Und meine unausgesprochenen Gedanken in einem Lied platzen! Valsa George

Just let it flow and we may lose ourselves in the stream of sweet self decadence, and look upon the final touch u did a well write based on it...nice write_Soul

a great voyage and a flight undertaken to immerse in the thoughts of creation! Beautiful..

I wish I could lose in such a romantic voyage, A pure romance tuned in class of poetry , Alladin`s carpet is a perfect device carries your Fancies beyond horizon and into unknown lands.... Totally agree with Danish Nair, it's not a lose but gain, exploring novel lands of mind fancies, , , , , , A journey wish to be continued......

As you lose yourself, nothing is in fact lost here, It is a matter of true gain you are speaking of here though fantasy catches fire and imagination begins to subside. The ultimate leaping of the soul and the thoughts unheard being rendered into a song are fantastic here. A loss and a gain in contradiction amounting to the bliss of the kind is a good experience however mysterious it may be...