Saturday, September 23, 2006

(h) 5 (Dedications) The Apsaras Of Angkor Comments

Rating: 5.0

As dusk set in the golden passage of Angkor
The apsaras opened their eyes and slowly stretched their arms
Locked and frozen in the walls since yore
Now moving out languidly like a bunch of swans
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Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean
COMMENTS
Raj Nandy 31 May 2007

Well TO, I have yet to read all your poems; but from what I have read so far, I would like to personally rate this one as your best.I had done a drawing of the ruins of Angkor. Like you I am very fond of RUMI.My poem -NOT MY CHOOSING- under the theme -Birth, in Boloji.com, is based on his philosophy.Please read if you get time. Keep writing. -Dr. Raj Prasad Nandy.

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Prasanna Kumari 24 September 2006

this is really beautiful.i enjoyed the silvery night and the tinkling laugh which made men transfixed in a daze.

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Catastrophe King 24 September 2006

TO... what are you up-to? ? ? ? You are slowly becoming the seductress of the poetic world.... your writings reflect so much of that passion which may have only lived some hundreds of years back.... If you would have been physically in front of us, we would all have queued up to touch those fingers and kiss them (as they churn those magic words one after other) . You are maturing so much as a poet... you may have not realised!

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Joseph Daly 24 September 2006

This is a beautifully written poem. I love the language throughout and the couplet ending is just right; Bringing a rude awakening to a dream like narrative. That you have not kept to the same rhyming structure throughout is interesting and works quite well. Usually that would disrupt the flow, but it is unnoticed here.

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 24 September 2006

WOOOOSH, T.O., HUNGRY, POWERPACKED WRITE....I LIKE THIS A LOT....YOUR TALENT EVER RISES& YOUR DIVERSITY EVER BROADENS, YOUNG POETESS''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR

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John Tiong Chunghoo 24 September 2006

i was there last year. i loved the apsaras. some were combing each others' hair. my memory of angkor stayed for so long. this is a very good poem.

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