Transformation Comments

A nice poem mamta, about the condition of kashmir; then and now! It has become dreadful to think of being in same valley where once, one dissolved ones self in the beauty of nature. I liked it.

I could not comment on Nostalgia, I went past the page in a hurry to copy the rest, then I read, Transformation, I stopped myself - To take a sip a draught before slaking other's thirst, You talk so effortlessly of daily experience, so mature your thoughts so deep the sad springs of heart which feel with pain the agony of lost peace, Peace which we didn't name or think of seperately, it was a part of and way of life. Now sad, this life we lead where shadows of terror snap at our feet. Angel

I can feel in the poem that in olden days everything was cool and beautiful but nowadays we are progressing leaps and bounds in vain crushing so many innocent lives for our own sake. It reminds me of olden days when I was at village and everything was ok there but in today's time nothing is good. Today's time is very hectic and fast. Good piece of writting.

Your pen bleeds serenity, and simplicity....and this is an artform ''ne plus ulta'', all of its own. And, by simplicity, i am not inferring that your work lacks substance or sophistication....just the opposite....Your style, is one that will reach and satisfy a broad spectrum of readership...as you speak of topic & theme that most everyone has had an experience with....and you deliver it with mellifluousity & meticulous detail. ~ FjR ~ ..2008..