*musky Vale Of Tunes* Comments

'joy and fear trudge path being far away friends binds together in their ownways are we not same as we are as as we were and eve? life is a seamless stream along glow eternal

'night slowly paints the art of love let joy and sorrow walk hand in hand' Isn't it always? why oh why? so true... a well done poem. thanks for the comments.

From : Ema B (sydney Australia; Female; 13) To : Dr.subhendu Kar Date Time : 11/29/2009 3: 31: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject : Re: hello, Dear fellow poet your poems were wonderful you are very talented I enjoyed reading your other poems to. I look up to you. Thank you.

joy and fear trudge path being far away - be brave to walk, don't fear the path is the path of life no ones knows where it ends, .......life is a seamless stream along glow eternal......... friends binds together in their own ways - friends are friends whose mind you cannot read as today they are sweet and tomorrow they become bitter...........very meaningful poem with taste of reality 10 x 10x 10x 10....... congratulation poet

are we not same as we are as we were and eve? life is a seamless stream along glow eternal .................................................................. Subhendu, It that forces us to think about the god... Very strong poem, good luck - in all and everywhere.. 10x10.. Tsira

night slowly paints the art of love let joy and sorrow walk hand in hand joy and fear trudge path being far away friends binds together in their own ways are we not same as we are as we were and eve? life is a seamless stream along glow eternal ----------- lovely just as lovely as the other poems.....meaningful and rich piece! ! !

Muskiness prevails in each and every word of this beautifully written poem. Fine and lively tunes sound in every line. Friendliness is the essence.......Well done Dr. Kar........10/10.

Play of words enriches the meaning of your poem! Best wishes!

you capture the imaginations.......in a musky vale of tunes!

'friends bind together in their own ways'...i qoute this line..all lines before and after of this line fits the title..i'll just add few words for this piece..regardless of whatever, friends are friends...naizz

poem is a wonderful pastel fulfill with epithets and impersonation, the idea being that the earth behaves like a living being, great poem10++

There are some poetic gems glinting from this fascinating poem about the paradox of opposites. I have chosen a couple which particularly appealed to me: 'night slowly paints the art of love' 'time flows in its lofty veil of tunes betiding'. Your poetic tunes are very haunting, Subhendu. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Interesting pairing of sentiments.

rich and strong words... great concepts..intelligible thoughts ..makes into an excellent piece.. this is a superb write...as always thoughts and words like this...it must be from YOU... thanks for sharing... 10++++ _maia_

sizzling rain entices crowd by summer Yet fountain flows hurriedly by cascading blinking star intones from far off distance Moon still elicits love by coolness in heart night slowly paints the art of love let joy and sorrow walk hand in hand joy and fear trudge path being far away friends binds together in their own ways are we not same as we are as we were and eve? life is a seamless stream along glow eternal wow shub you have the entire nature in your poem the sizzling rain, the cascading fountains the seamless stream, the cool moon, the blinking stars wonder imagery---a tenner from me anjali

loved the ending of this oceanic poem.beautiful creative writting.. sizzling rain entices crowd by summer Yet fountain flows hurriedly by cascading blinking star intones from far off distance Moon still elicits love by coolness in heart night slowly paints the art of love let joy and sorrow walk hand in hand joy and fear trudge path being far away friends binds together in their own ways are we not same as we are as we were and eve? life is a seamless stream along glow eternal .started as a silent ocean whle the drops of the rain touches it's aching pain...the sound of the soft waves while trying to reach that silent beach..raising it's voice trying to teach how the longing and the thirst of the water to water the fasting sands..under the full moon an old ocean started to moan while his tides so passionately racing then so silently sadly returning to an ocean lap....