Valsa George


The Bliss of Solitude


In life’s incessant din
As I search for peace within
Lone spaces I desire
And stillness I adore
Then silence is my mate
And noise is what I hate

Closing my eyes to the outer space
A window opens to my inner space
I begin to find solace in my solitude
And look up to Heaven in gratitude
Enriched with visions pleasurable
I enter into a realm so delectable
The vault of Heaven gemmed and bright
And the Earth and sea overwhelmed in light
The disquiet within me subsides
An unassailable calm slowly descends
I hear a caring voice from somewhere
A faint voice quite reassuring, so near
Then within me the Wider Life emerges
And the lesser life finally submerges
I experience what is true joy and content
And I am so sure it is heaven sent

Oh! What solace is in my solitude!
And how I move into near beatitude!

Submitted: Sunday, June 02, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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  • Freshman - 1,802 Points Paul Sebastian (6/15/2014 8:32:00 AM)

    The search for peace ends once we rest in the heavenly peace. Your poem beautifully reminds us where to fine bliss. Excellent. Great write. I enjoyed it! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,490 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (1/24/2014 10:01:00 AM)

    I have swept the heavens but not found a God.........but still my mind and know that I am God.......is what this
    poem is............. very heavenly........Valsa...........very nice reading.......God bless u....... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 549 Points Om Chawla (8/28/2013 1:31:00 AM)

    Excellent. That truly is the blissful solitude that you are able to achieve when your mind is otherwise quiet. Thanks for drawing my attention to this lovely poem.
    I failed to quieten my mind [ MY poem 'Let Me BE Me' ] and am denied this bliss. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 72 Points Yasmeen Khan (6/17/2013 3:06:00 AM)

    Like Wordsworth's Daffodils 'the bliss of solitude' is cherished by poets and all thinking minds.You could recognize the wider life and the lesser life in solitude, your feelings are shared, dear Valsa ma'am. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 11 Points Chandra Thiagarajan (6/8/2013 1:36:00 AM)

    AH! What a wonderful poem! The bliss of solitude is woven in a beautiful design with rhyme and rhythm which is captivating! Valsa, dear I was waiting for this poem of yours, since a long time but though you have submitted it a week ago, sorry I didn't have enough time, till date! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,072 Points Wahab Abdul (6/5/2013 12:28:00 AM)

    oh! bliss of solitude, and every thinking person needs it very badly.. i relate with this poem... love it.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 134 Points Joseph Anderson (6/4/2013 3:10:00 PM)

    Ah! The serenity of solitude you have summoned up with a great beauty There are
    so many great lines. I am amazed at your control of our English language. Your great faith
    is so apparent. Peace with the world, so great -10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Dee Corpolongo (6/3/2013 1:00:00 PM)

    These are the truest of words and the answer to one's peace. Beautifully written and felt, and
    also a great reminder for those times that descend on us all.. and how to handle those moments...
    Thanks for this excellent poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Dee Corpolongo (6/3/2013 1:00:00 PM)

    These are the truest of words and the answer to one's peace. Beautifully written and felt, and
    also a great reminder for those times that descend on us all.. and how to handle those moments...
    Thanks for this excellent poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 947 Points Kee Thampi (6/3/2013 12:15:00 PM)

    Price of the presence
    A window opens to my inner space
    I begin to find solace in my solitude
    And look up to Heaven in gratitude (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 947 Points Kee Thampi (6/3/2013 12:15:00 PM)

    Price of the presence
    A window opens to my inner space
    I begin to find solace in my solitude
    And look up to Heaven in gratitude (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 164 Points Rajendran Muthiah (6/3/2013 11:50:00 AM)

    Wonderful! Besides your talents in adoring the beauty of Nature, you are more capable on writing about philosophical ideas. Lines 7 and 8 are extraordinary. The whole poem assures solace to restless minds.
    Excellent. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,231 Points Tajudeen Shah (6/3/2013 11:29:00 AM)

    I see, enjoy and delight in your solace-permeated solitude. As William Wordsworth rightly versed in Resolution and Independence with the reference of Robert Burns and the 'Baby Poet' we poets have a special kind of destiny. Being sanely insane is sensibly justified with your earnest appreciation and acceptance of solitude as an absolute abode of solace and inner peace. I feel like writing still deeper, but i must ride over each line repeatedly in pursuit of worthy interpretations. You have, as usual, made the reader too feel the need and goodness of getting encompassed in the purest form of solitude scientifically. God Bless. Keep penning. I find my advent in your domain of versification in the landing couplet. (If not mistaken) (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,027 Points Neela Nath (6/2/2013 10:29:00 PM)

    Every one requires serenity of mind and soul as well.Solitude is very near to godliness.Loved. (Report) Reply

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