Poetry Of My Life Comments

With the subsiding waves of dream, The wistful wish of invention and be, The small waves of aim to be abrupt, The watchfulness with Simulacrum of joy, Gone into nothingness

In search of path the path is lost, On the route to peace Mind is doomed, Peace became eternal dungeon of torture, A hanging soul between heaven and

Like tattered leaf saved from its root, The nurturing source of life - giving juice, My life became dead with no direction, It falls and will fall eternally without choice.

Good poem! I love the rhythm.

there is nothing left 4 ME to comment love alone can love cement PG All sympathize with thee

It is obvious how important poetry is in your life, as it is in mine. I could not do without it. You had a disappointment in the past, which shook your confidence, I think. But the tree will grow again in future. As a suggestion, you could shorten the poem somewhat, as I have had to do in my writing.

Prabir I like your poetry. Impressive images are the analogy of your poetry... I'm happy and I've read it many times. Thank you my friend, poet ++++++++++++++++ 10

Pain is a great teacher and the irony is only when one is lost can they be found. Thank you for sharing something personal and painful experience in your life. May you enjoy more happiness and love.

Man, how are you dancing with the letters. You gave a sad song to Ditiramb. Great work my friend.

Waves of dreams! ! ! Muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

I can only read a little bit at a time, because it is very sad. But isn't that the telling of a great poem/great work of literature: you can only handle the emotional puritanical truth for so long?

My poem is my secondary life, The image of The Moon in the ocean, In the Stormy Night and full tide, My life is a peripheral song of Pain.....beautiful

Years ago a violent Storm Uprooted my Being, With Many efforts and therapies the tree remains Unchanged, Tree of life is dead and no nourishment can give it life, Only it is as fuel to others having no life for itself.......fine

(4) The Dutch Proverb is: EEN GOED VERSTAANDER HEEFT EEN HALF WOORD NODIG............but I needed the WHOLE WORD..This dutch proverb translated is A Person who understands, needs not ONE WHOLE WORD, but ONLY HALF OF IT. Thank you so much for this most beautiful confessional poem. Now I know you through and through. Thank YOU!

(3) Having read the FIRST stanza, my breath choked and I was literary shocked and my first reaction is This Poem I must give a comment instantly. This poem represents the life of PG and now I start to understand you whole being and all the Stella poems. I just finished the FIRST stanza and I am presented the whole scala of your (life and person) as it IS............................................Please read (4)

There is a tinge of sadness and negativity in the poem but the wordplay and flow are amazing. 'Like tattered leaf saved from its root, The nurturing source of life - giving juice, My life became dead with no direction, It falls and will fall eternally without choice.'... is very nicely crafted. Thanks for sharing.

(2) ... So sorry having let you wait while thinking that you are an alien that has come to live on this planet, once again I am so sorry that there came no response from mine side, since your messages have become too much for me and too many......................................................Please read (3)

Thinking of your endless messages on my desk and then having read the FIRST stanza only of this latest poem from your constant diligent, hurrying pen, day and night, A.M. and O.M. till over nightime, Oh dear God, this is here not a stalking poet, but one who needs pschycological help and it has not given effect nor better result, I must admit I am overwhelmed and become very sad..................................Please read (2)

My life is a peripheral song of Pain........you have unfolded the heart song of a genuine poet! An excellent piece of work! Loved reading it......10