Senile Broodings Comments

Time. Its a villain who steals away everything in us, health wealth, happiness and the like leaving solitude and dejection as our companions.

In this fleeting present moment, feeling the pull of the future, yet still paying tribute to one's past self, all the while accepting and dwelling in silence, for silence is the shared common ground of one's past, present and future. .

a reflective poem of what was stolen by a thief named time? ..................superbly written.

After a long struggle at last I found a poem of Valsa not yet read by me. When I read it I said to mtself, tastiest dishes are those that are cooked after a lot of fatigue. The poem is such a dish that I found after nine moths of its coming in existence. I refreshed it in the Microwave Oven of my brain and my heart enjoyed it as a nice freh dish. Valsa it's a great poem..

Continued - In my mind's eye, There's no time to cry, For in truth, I never lost my youth, My beauty lasts for all time, In delightful words of rhyme.

A marvellous poem brooding over old age..Loved the great write, Valsa!

A great poem on how much of youth we had missed with aging. A reality to face gracefully. But still, there is so much of youth in us left to enjoy, to share, to give some people hope and direction, to rekindle someone's dream, contribute to the lives of others...Valsa, I see your youth in the poems you write. They say age is made up of digits. No stop to loving life. The best is yet to be. Thank you so much for the reflective poem.

Why should I think, I am old, I think I am still a youth, I live like a youth and I shall die like a youth, but after reading this poem I became a little old. No problem, I shall write a poem that will make me once again a youth. You speak the truth but sometimes a lie is needed.........10

It is also time to tie a noose Around all my unbridled desires. Though the time gallops away yet in the cellars of the mind lie unbridled desires that rear its head and spin us in a web of regret. I very much agree with you when you say that ' It is time to tie a noose around all unbridled desires, ' since that alone can pave way for better utilization of time presently on hand. I too often think, if I could plant my steps once again in the past, how I would have done things differently. This poem deserves a perfect 10.

sooner the time left a window, and coll breeze fall makes the poetess to know looting of beauty of a flower.... Age has left me fidgety and frail And I abhor looking into the mirror For fear of being repelled by my image

though physically we become old and cant run away from it....every bday seems like one step ahead towards the old age........but we can always be young at heart, young at mind, the wrinkles in our face can fade away with the youth within. A very nice description of how age leaves us in a frail position.........the lines below are so captivating! it drags me near the seashore leaving me in an imagination of the sleepy evening, sunset time forcing us to walk back home! Here I stand alone on the sea strand Looking at the russet sunset And drag my feet on a return journey Homeward…… To fall into the ensuing silence!

WOW' an intense write on old age making the heart heavy. But truth can't be avoided, that is for sure. The more the mind likes to be nearer to youth and vigor the more they will turn their back and distancing them. Very harh, very heart wrenching but unavoidable about the darker part of life.......10'10

It is now time to bundle up As the winter blasts are around Being at the periphery of life It is also time to tie a noose Around all my unbridled desires........Really it is time to noose the unbridled desire in which we can reach to eternal peace. Very nicely and aptly presented the poem 'Senile Broodings'. Best word choice. Meaningful poem, Many thanks..........10/10

Realities of turning old are beautifully presented. Everyone at that stage wishes to revisit the good old time if possible but it keeps moving farther and farther becoming unreachable. The true reality is to face this somehow. Hope the old can join together and live it simple. My thoughts for myself are also similar as expressed in the poem. Thank you.

Advancing of age with time.Every one has to face it .Beautifully expressed. Another great one.Thank you for letting us bathe in the ocean of words.Enjoyed.

Great poem! You have captured the pathos and sadness of old age very well. That spent star falling into a singularity is just great. (10)