Valsa George


A Wait, Infinite


Night stirred memories, once forgotten
Of the days I burnt with love
When you consumed my days
And I carried you like a queen
In the palanquin of my thoughts

Without fore thought, to elbow out
The marauding of thorny memories
I set out, travelling miles,
My heart throbbing in my chest
My nimble legs shaking and trembling
And finally reaching your hermitage

Casting away my stilted pride
Expectant and anxious,
I waited at your doorstep
To seize the moment
To renew a commitment
And knocked hopefully at your door,
So far never opened before anyone

While listening intent
For the approaching foot steps
And the sound of the key
Turning on the latch
Did I see a face peering through the window,
And quickly withdraw?
Was it the face I longed to see?
Might not be or else, I would have
Been admitted in.

Time skipped quickly by
Hours flitted between the limping dawn
And the staggering night

Initially I knew the tedium of waiting
And the crushing weight of Time on me
Soon I lost count of it
Like an alien, how long had I waited there

Weeks, months or years?

It must have been a pretty long wait
I knew roots had grown under my feet
And my body had vegetated into a tree
But without leaves and fruits!
That too must have shed
In course of time!
I wonder if I ever lived
Or ever died

In Time’s eternal motion
The tree will remain there
As a trunk of fossilized hope
Till your love charges life into it!

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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  • Yasmeen Khan (11/2/2013 12:04:00 AM)

    Hope is infinite so wait is......true love and the last line is especially touching. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (10/30/2013 10:36:00 AM)

    A beautiful and highly captivating write Valsa. I can truly feel
    the sadness depicted in this poem of unrequited love. Having
    to wait patiently and contemplating it ever. Love abounds here.
    Haunting and excellent at the same time. (Report) Reply

  • Tajudeen Shah (10/29/2013 8:52:00 AM)

    Ah, I am trying hard to swim across this tide-bound ocean of emotions. What a write! As usual, my inner self is engaged in dissecting your state of mind during the process of this versification. The mystical ambiance, sure, is a wonderful canvass for such a passion to remain enduring; proclaiming the slogan of ' purest form of passions proclaim themselves the possibilities'. God Bless. (Report) Reply

  • Tribhawan Kaul (10/28/2013 10:35:00 AM)

    A well written poem with feelings and poetic characterization. The last but one stanza is like icing on the cake. Lovely.. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (10/28/2013 9:11:00 AM)

    You have done something impossible for many poets over here. It is a poem that has the touch of a mystic element that is apparently human and obviously metaphysical in effect. A great write from you. Madam Valsa here is your 10 out of 10. I am soon to write a lot on the bitter side of life that one is forced to have... (Report) Reply

  • Om Chawla (10/27/2013 5:22:00 PM)

    A lovely story of unrequited love. As I was reading it I was reminded of an urdu couplet:
    ' Awal awal ajnabi thi dard ki lizzat Khumar
    Rafta rafta dum-b-dum yeh hum safar hoti gai'
    Meaning: ' initially the feeling of agony was very strange, O Khumar [ name of the poet ] however with passage of time it became life's companion.'
    A nice write. (Report) Reply

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (10/27/2013 11:32:00 AM)

    Some doors will never open again
    No matter how much we knock
    Having missed them when they were open
    Some time not long ago round the clock....

    Good poem madam and welcome to my page (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Anderson (10/26/2013 12:30:00 PM)

    Your metaphoric rendering of time with a waiting, wanted love was truly amazing.Love will
    win. Beautiful (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (10/26/2013 6:42:00 AM)

    A story of unrequited love. Should we endure and wait for time to pass or move on to find new love? That is the question. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (10/26/2013 4:19:00 AM)

    A classical story of unrequited love transcended by trial and tribulation to transform a love into a metaphor of endurance and resilience against time and its empty and unrealised hopes and dreams. (Report) Reply

  • Dauntless Aberrants (10/26/2013 2:18:00 AM)

    Hello mam, The poem is very beautifully written. Especially loved the part where you compared the wait edging into infinity. The conversion into a tree, vegetated and questioning whether one really lived or ever died, was most striking! Loved it thoroughly, Thanks! :) (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (10/25/2013 12:04:00 PM)

    a gust, I love to see it from this great poetess
    Was it the face I longed to see?
    Might not be or else, I would have
    Been admitted in. (Report) Reply

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