My Fractured Identity Poem by Valsa George
My Fractured Identity
After years of aimless wanderings
Leaving behind the cities of midnight revels
And the fevered journey in metro rails,
I am back at the land of my people.
My land, I had carried
Wherever I went,
Under which ever roof I slept
As a jewel in a casket
And ensured it rested safe
Ever under my pillow
Moving with aliens
Unable to merge with their cultural mores
I saw my land glimmer in darkness
Like dew drop on a moon blanched leaf
When I sweated in the blistering sands
That patch of green landscape, like an oasis
Wafted me in a cool embrace
Then dreams poured in like star light
And I wandered in the meadows of my youthful love
My heart struggling to forget old longings
And memories lashing upon me like tidal waves
Pursued by an inalienable shadow
Suddenly being born in flesh and blood
I hastened to the streets of my youth
With hopes galore and plans vivid
But alas! There is none to recognize me
Oh! I am a stranger here
An unwelcome stranger among total strangers
Now I wonder which really is my land
The one left behind or the one just landed in
Oscillating between these two worlds
My fractured identity looms large
With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh
And a myth dying in my brain
Mam can u pl let me have your e-mail or phone contact. One of my known person in the Philipines wants to get in touch with you regarding your above poem my epmai ID is psr2006@gmail.com
The person from Philippines, you have referred here has already contacted me. Thank you!
Ma'am I am an M Phil Scholar working on identity issue in the works of Monica Ali. I am pretty much attracted by going through this poem, and want to use a few portion of this poem as an epigraph in one of the chapter of my dissertation..but I wish to know something about your biography in detail...with warm regards
You may use it in your dissertation with due acknowledgement. Please know that it has nothing to do with my biography! I watch people going to foreign countries to make a living. After years of toil, when they come back to their native land with the hope of finding their roots, they are disillusioned as most of their acquaintances must have moved out and they are left as strangers! Sorry I was too busy to give you a reply....
Genius and original with an authentic personality, You always keep your true identity in your heart, so you'll never get lost, this master piece of Melancholic Poem shed the light on the life of many others who struggle to find their real ID on this planet, but thankfully first of your ID is a Human being and the second is a Poet, which we are proud of you. take care and we wish you all the best
....Finally the salute for your various and rich experiences in your life around the world 10+ and into my treasure chest Also we congratulate you for being on the top list of 500 poets on this site
I hastened to the streets of my youth With hopes galore and plans vivid But alas! There is none to recognize me
My fractured identity looms large With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh And a myth dying in my brain
My land, I had carried Wherever I went, Under which ever roof I slept As a jewel in a casket And ensured it rested safe Ever under my pillow
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I feel that we derive strength from our roots and the native land nurtures and strengthens them. Our flights like a kite in different parts of the world are linked with it through the threads of memories. Native land/clan etel give us a primary identity and our wanderings etc bring about mutations in it. Since change is essence of life the modified identity(alongwith side effects) must be accepted gracefully.