Valsa George


Sunset - Poem by Valsa George

Nursing my secret longings
I lie awake in the wee hours of the night
Mind restless, like a caged bird craving redemption
My thoughts journeying through time and space

I recognize a thousand appetites
Still waiting to be appeased!
Sadly there isn’t time enough
To realize what I really crave.

It is in the stillness of the night
When sleep deserts the eyes
That mind derails its track
And wanders like an aimless vagabond

Though rooted firmly on the ground
At times, I feel, I lose my bearings
How I longed to paint my sky
In garish colours and shades!

I wonder if the scales of my life’s balance
Lean more to gains or losses now!
There was a time when hope ruled the roost
And I heard love’s soft whispers all around!

Now I am unable to precisely tell
What my mind craves and pines
But this much I know for certain
I am becoming worn and old

Years have so quickly skipped past me
With youth and beauty sapped away
Leaving life an exhausted well
With the dregs remaining at the bottom

My eyesight has waned, the youthful lustre gone
My once supple knees have started to creak
And the muscles, begun to sag
I feel as vulnerable as a foetus in the womb

Pain grows with years
As a smudge deepens into an erasable stain
Alas! I am no wizard to call back all that left
But listen to the *‘long, melancholy, withdrawing roar’

No more springing steps
And a fast fading cortex
Still I stretch myself
To catch at Hope, winging away!


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The placid flow of life, occasionally disturbed by the pebbles of gloom, ......the aches and anxieties of advancing age!

* a phrase from Matthew Arnold's poem Dover Beach- -

Comments about Sunset by Valsa George

  • Gold Star - 28,248 Points Akhtar Jawad (12/13/2014 4:46:00 AM)

    Alas! I am no wizard to call back all that left
    But listen to the *‘long, melancholy, withdrawing roar’
    A poet is however lucky and I think a wizard as well, he can call back all that he left in the past in a poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 22,256 Points Valsa George (3/22/2014 1:13:00 AM)

    Hmm....Thank you Khairul for this extensive, line by line analysis of my poem. I value your opinions and rate them as compliments coming from a great artist and poet...... I am ever thankful for this wonderful critique!

    Thanks for your indepth analysis of my poems which only you are capable of doing! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,278 Points Khairul Ahsan (3/21/2014 8:03:00 PM)

    You have struck a cord, Valsa, and that's a delight for a poet to know. I think, you and me being of same age make us see things through the same lens of life.
    Definitely this poem is going to My Favorite Poems list. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,278 Points Khairul Ahsan (3/21/2014 7:52:00 PM)

    What a beautiful poem, Valsa, and what an apt title of it! How beautifully you have described the decaying process of our bodies at this age and our craving and pining for holding on to our past vigour!
    'My thoughts journeying through time and space' - A brilliant idea to describe the state of mind.
    'That mind derails its track
    And wanders like an aimless vagabond' - A fitting narration.
    'I wonder if the scales of my life’s balance
    Lean more to gains or losses now! ' - A thought that often crosses our ways these days.
    'Now I am unable to precisely tell
    What my mind craves and pines
    But this much I know for certain
    I am becoming worn and old' - A stark realization often encountered at our age.
    'Years have so quickly skipped past me
    With youth and beauty sapped away
    Leaving life an exhausted well
    With the dregs remaining at the bottom' - So beautifully said, love it!
    'I feel as vulnerable as a foetus in the womb' - This is the best line of the poem.
    'Still I stretch myself
    To catch at Hope, winging away! ' - And this is the best couplet, to conclude the poem so poetically!
    Very well done Valsa, Loved it A-Z. Needless to say, rated it 10/10. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rishabh Bidya (2/7/2014 7:14:00 PM)

    As your every other work. Beautiful description, mam: D (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,734 Points Geetha Jayakumar (2/3/2014 9:39:00 AM)

    A Beautiful poem..
    Really a beautiful Sunset poem....
    I am just wondering how the Sunrise will look by just changing few words in this poem?
    If we want, we can turn Sunset into Sunrise too.
    But its in our hands.
    I love to write pessimistic poem.
    This poem matches me very well.
    Now without spectacles I can neither see far nor near....
    All the symptoms seems to work on me very well....
    Loved Reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 22,256 Points Valsa George (2/3/2014 1:31:00 AM)

    Dear Krishnakumar, your comment has so much of poetic beauty in it and I enjoyed your conclusion that old age is like autumnal weather and one can drift like feather.... but that is the onething I am afraid of..... drifting wih no sense of direction! (not serious!) Thank you for the beautiful comment! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,487 Points Valerie Dohren (2/2/2014 2:46:00 PM)

    I'm sure the picture you have painted of yourself is not true to life Valsa, but as we get older we all start to feel like this. Very well written poem. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 812 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (2/2/2014 10:31:00 AM)

    You've become worn and old?
    What with that inner heart of gold?
    And a treasure chest of good memories
    That only you can open to fend of worries
    Old age is like the autumnal weather
    Beautiful and you can drift like a feather
    Over the mist and what is yet to be
    Know well, He waits there patiently to receive thee.........

    Madam I do not agree with the pessimistic tone of your otherwise lovely poem. Very good write and yet it leaves a strand of profound sadness in the end......... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,064 Points Kanav Justa (2/2/2014 7:54:00 AM)

    This is a real gem... your poem....
    Its sad... your way with words is great... (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,602 Points Md Asadullah (2/2/2014 7:15:00 AM)

    After going through your poem these are the lines which comes into my mind
    All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances,
    And one man in his time plays many parts, - William shakespeare.

    wonderful poem, maam. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,361 Points Amitava Sur (2/1/2014 1:48:00 AM)

    A lovely sketching of a fading sky......
    (with few lines from one of my poems) :
    I am sketching a sky
    with the dying sun and my cry,
    fearing the winter
    when all green leaves will die....... repentance for unfulfillment ..... beautiful write.
    Read my funny poem Tick - tock, tick - tock. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,953 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (1/31/2014 8:30:00 PM)

    Pain grows with years
    And experience builds up with pain. I think at every age one must know one's limitations and make the best of whatever is possible with the remaining strength. Beautiful poem stating the limitations. Let us also relish some strengths. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,297 Points * Sunprincess * (1/31/2014 3:41:00 PM)

    , , , a poignant write, , , beautifully written, , , (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,726 Points Dinesh Nair (1/31/2014 10:05:00 AM)

    Your sunset has been felt by you it seems. But with the moon lit night still inspiring you to write about the saga of life in all its myriad forms, Ms Valsa George has begun to benefit from the sunset preceding the entry of the moon who can still make her feel young within.
    I cannot call it a beautiful poem - it is a meaningful poem.
    Madam Valsa has not got a pair of spectacles on her nose, but she complaints about declining sight.
    I think she as fit as a fiddle still played on by time. Are`n t you imagining a little deeper about things that might be unpleasant soon? What do you say madam? (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,245 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (1/31/2014 3:50:00 AM)

    this final change in the stage of life is accompanied by a sense of gloom...of what's left behind irretrievably.
    a very soulful and pertinent write, Valsa. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,836 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (1/31/2014 2:57:00 AM)

    Aging is a hard transition. Not very pleasant to go thru the reverting to helplessnes n weakness. But your muse here is poetic and great to read. The literary effect is praiseworthy. Take care valsa. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 16,291 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (1/30/2014 10:32:00 PM)

    Sunset, the eternal truth of life comes sooner or latter to everyone's life but to move along its stride and reach the
    eternity is indeed a great journey of life.................Valsa..........very well crafted.............. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,979 Points Savita Tyagi (1/30/2014 11:40:00 AM)

    Another beautiful poem penned with skilled hands. Being a person of advancing age it resonates so well with me. Still we pace along with fleeting time appreciating sunset. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 30, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 30, 2014


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