My Fractured Identity Comments

Genius and original with an authentic personality, You always keep your true identity in your heart, so you'll never get lost, this master piece of Melancholic Poem shed the light on the life of many others who struggle to find their real ID on this planet, but thankfully first of your ID is a Human being and the second is a Poet, which we are proud of you. take care and we wish you all the best

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I hastened to the streets of my youth With hopes galore and plans vivid But alas! There is none to recognize me

My fractured identity looms large With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh And a myth dying in my brain

My land, I had carried Wherever I went, Under which ever roof I slept As a jewel in a casket And ensured it rested safe Ever under my pillow

I saw my land glimmer in darkness Like dew drop on a moon blanched leaf

Going through your poem I felt that the title of the poem My Fractured Identity has been properly justified. The inscription of this poem is so touching and intensive. I cite..... Now I wonder which really is my land The one left behind or the one just landed in Oscillating between these two worlds My fractured identity looms large With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh And a myth dying in my brain Beautiful poem.10

Ma'am I am an M Phil Scholar working on identity issue in the works of Monica Ali. I am pretty much attracted by going through this poem, and want to use a few portion of this poem as an epigraph in one of the chapter of my dissertation..but I wish to know something about your biography in detail...with warm regards

Mam can u pl let me have your e-mail or phone contact. One of my known person in the Philipines wants to get in touch with you regarding your above poem my epmai ID is psr2006@gmail.com

Now I wonder which really is my land The one left behind or the one just landed in Oscillating between these two worlds My fractured identity looms large With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh And a myth dying in my brain - - - - - - - We carry our memories wherever we go.Childhood days almost all people remember.When we have the experience of love and affection, that memory is an oasis in desert to cross through difficulties of life. Your love for your native village finds an amazing expression when you say Intoxicated by faint but glistening memories My land, I have carried Wherever I went, under which ever roof I slept As a jewel in a casket And ensured it rested safe Ever under my pillow - - - - - - - - - - - - - -But after coming back to the same place after residing outside rlong years, you see that the place has changed, you do not find your childhood friends and people who loved you, it shatters you.The myth that you find the old welcoming home falls to pieces.A wonderful poem, thanks for sharing.

With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh................this line actually made me cringe! i'm such a wimp! ! ! :) bri there is much to like about the poem. tell me it is a true story about you, Valsa, and i shall return to comment more. i'm still working on getting your My Epitaph and other poems into the Sept. showcase Part A.

Very poignant write indeed with a nostalgic feeling of one's identity searched in between two worlds......Valsa....... amazing thought and write....10/10

a masterpiece.can feel the pain you are going through being away from the root.liked it.

How true, your poem makes me wonder which is harder: to live away longing for the native land or to be back to find self being a stranger...either way the human soul shall survive. I think there is no more fractured identity, if we can get away from the identity crisis shock we may find out that home is any soil of this world if we can lay own love on it. Suppose this life is not about what we receive but what we give. You dear friend are no more tied to one place, by giving, sharing your heart and poems became a citizen of the world, feel free of any tie, keep giving than soon we shall admire your amazingly happy smiles.

When our land is judged with an introspective eye the present one is not the only one we have and our past also plays a great role in framing our present. Therefore the question of any fractured identity is hypothetical and the imminent phase of future too has to be borne in mind. When the wanderings conclude one day a better picture will be emerging. But still your past will have to be a reminder of where you could have remained otherwise... A good poem that caves into the ice of thoughts heavy..

At such times you feel that you don't belong to any one soil- oscillating between two worlds- ! Wonderful picture painted of both lands!

A heartfelt write, nostalgic recognition of, and longing for, familial roots. Nicely penned.

As the saying goes, rolling stone gathers no moss. This is what the future has in store for majority of us. The society has to face this problem in the coming days and how the response will be God forbid.

I feel that we derive strength from our roots and the native land nurtures and strengthens them. Our flights like a kite in different parts of the world are linked with it through the threads of memories. Native land/clan etel give us a primary identity and our wanderings etc bring about mutations in it. Since change is essence of life the modified identity(alongwith side effects) must be accepted gracefully.