Valsa George

A Dive Into The Past - Poem by Valsa George

So unexpected was the meeting
It was in the dim candle light
Of a city restaurant that I saw her
How time had etched its marks on her
The long dark curly hair
Has turned all white
The even set of pearly teeth
Now discolored with missing gaps
A weeping willow with gnarled branches!

Did she recognize me?
Her searching eyes registered
A limp awareness
Soon I saw her cataract eyes shining
In unclouded recognition!

My memory like the arm of a crane
Lowered to plough up the hard crust of the past
And rose with heaps of broken rubble
I nosedived into the past
To the little village
Where, as children we ran round
The long necked shady trees
Until our little heads went dizzy

Stealing behind the tall grass
How I would suddenly yell out;
‘The thief is in hide
Come and track me if you can’
Forcing on her an arduous search,
All the while giggling at her vain efforts!

How we ran after the ripe mangoes
That fell in ones and twos
When the winds shook the fruit laden boughs
And how we quarreled over the yellow ones
Like mongrels over a piece of bone

I remember once when the drizzle
Suddenly strengthened into a heavy down pour
With thunder and lightning accompanying,
How we ran dripping and frightened
Seeking shelter in the empty cow shed
At the backyard of a house,
Clasping tight to each other!
She was then a little girl
With springing feet and dancing steps
Naïve and naughty with all mouth and ears

But as time skipped by
She kept a safe distance
No more I saw the former ebullience in her
In its place, a quiet reserve settled in
The chatterbox no more opened her mouth
To my questions, her answers were mono syllables
My efforts to walk by her side
Always ended in futility
Either she would quicken her gait
Or lag behind at snail’s pace
Seeing me somewhere,
She would walk away with eyes down cast
But I always noticed a faint smile
Lingering on her curved narrow lips

Around it, I built my dream castle
Where she reigned as my dazzling queen!
I am not sure how it was with her
One day even without an abrupt goodbye
I had to leave my hometown to an alien soil.

For long, she came, sailing in my dreams!

After a couple of years when I returned
To the land of my childhood
The mute witness to my unuttered passion
I knew from a close friend
That she was forced into a marriage
Much to her Consternation!
She is reported to have confided to someone
That she hoped the ‘thief who stole her heart
Would one day, come out from hide’

We met again
We heard each other’s cracked voice
And stood so lost
Unable to recollect all

Much water has flowed down
Under the bridge

And we float in the rush of currents!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I don't know if this can be called a poem.. but be assured, though long, this can be read like a story. To appreciate this better, you have to know the culture and the background of a land like ours. Even falling in love was regarded as a taboo then and arranged marriages were always preferred to love marriages. So even if a girl or a boy feels a special attraction towards someone, it would be kept a secret. It was a time when mobile phones or internet were not available... not even a land phone. So there was no easy means to communicate! Besides, a shy girl was regarded as more feminine!

Comments about A Dive Into The Past by Valsa George

  • Robert Murray Smith (2/1/2017 2:23:00 AM)

    An Excellent Poem
    Valsa, your use of imagery in this poem is superb. Your use of nature to enhance your images is clever. Really, all I can say is you are a poetess of distinction.+++++++++++++10

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  • Bri Edwards (5/15/2016 11:09:00 PM)

    Well, I love the 3rd stanza! Very intriguing. A captivating story from start to finish!! Bri : ) (Report) Reply

  • Mihaela Pirjol (6/15/2014 10:15:00 AM)

    I love this poem...heart warming and beautifully written. (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (6/2/2014 12:59:00 AM)

    We met again
    We heard each other’s cracked voice
    And stood so lost
    Unable to recollect all
    Much water has flowed down
    Under the bridge
    And we float in the rush of currents!
    A true nice poetic imagination and beautiful description.
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  • (5/11/2014 5:05:00 AM)

    It was a village and naturally there were so much restrictions and social taboos on that period which the poet created a nice poem of the situations. (Report) Reply

  • Nika Mcguin (2/23/2014 4:28:00 PM)

    I'm starting to find that these are my favorite kinds of poems. The kind that tell stories, the kind that are honest. Maybe its because I'm really nosey lol. Anyhow, I really enjoyed this, though I might not understand all of the customs it still transcends culture. I also relate to the growing apart theme, as it is something I've experienced and continue to experience. And in my case, like this one, its growing apart from someone you've known since childhood. This is beautiful, thanks for sharing.

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  • Savita Tyagi (1/30/2014 11:58:00 AM)

    Beautiful story poem. Running after falling mangoes! A time of life never too far from my memories. (Report) Reply

  • Om Chawla (1/29/2014 12:31:00 AM)

    A beautiful narrative and I liked reading the same
    I am amazed at the comments of Mr. Richard Tripp. How could any body be so disrespectful to womanhood.
    To say the least, his comments are obnoxious and utterly in bad taste.
    I am in total agreement with Ms. Valerie Dohren and Mr. Dinesh Nair.
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  • Valsa George (1/19/2014 11:34:00 PM)

    Hi Elena
    So glad to receive a comment from you after a long interval... that too in such glowing words! I am so thankful to you for your lovely words of appreciation, Elena! !
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  • Elena Sandu (1/19/2014 7:58:00 PM)

    It is a poem my dear friend, one of the most beautiful that I have read! Actually it is even more than a poem, to me feels like a magic pair of wings able to fly not only between different parts of faraway land but different times! Amazingly beautiful, loved it, thank you for share dear Valsa! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/19/2014 6:50:00 AM)

    Dear Hazel and Asadullah....

    Please don't relate to me all that I write..! ! As poets, we write mostly using our imagination and observing life around! !
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  • (1/19/2014 3:20:00 AM)

    Poetic reminiscence...............very well composed............I am very much touched................thanks for sharing............ (Report) Reply

  • Md Asadullah (1/19/2014 1:29:00 AM)

    Old memories came to life when you saw your old friend, I can relate to this one, Yes mam it can be called a poem, story in form of poem, I liked it very much :) (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2014 4:13:00 PM)

    Narrative poem this is... with a painting of memories of the past that filled our childhood with friends! Nice story -poem, thanks! I can relate. (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (1/16/2014 9:10:00 AM)

    Travel back to your childhood days and your great friend, with such innocent times, how much life has moved swiftly on, with such beauty of your words, that capture moments of childhood joy forever! ! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (1/16/2014 8:46:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful write Valsa. Memories of days passed is very important.
    Sometimes they help us to appreciate things that we have now. This may not
    be written in the form of a poem but it is still poetry. Poetry is a special form of
    thoughts put on paper and this is exactly that. Thank God for the past. I would be
    a bit difficult to live without it! Lovely write.
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  • (1/16/2014 4:14:00 AM)

    poetry is a song of soul... (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (1/15/2014 10:38:00 PM)

    First of all, it is a tale told in the most effective poetic style. Mr Richard Thripp has commented because men often comment on women and one need not take it that seriously. That comment has in fact undermined the very purpose of telling this tale.
    Ms Marie Shine`s comment has summed up all our feelings here.

    Innocence and rustic charms,
    Agrarian sustenance and hidden romance
    And times nostalgic have all gone!

    Your poem speaks volumes about even that future scenario of life around us that may absolutely be elusive of all fine thoughts. Excellent write Madam Valsa, and here is your 10 marks.
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  • Valsa George (1/15/2014 10:35:00 PM)

    Hi Val,
    The resentment I felt on reading Richard Thripp's comment, I just swallowed! Now I must congratulate you for giving a piece of your mind! I wonder if he developed such a cynical view of women from some bitter experience he had from a woman! On researching, I found, he repeating the same comment out of context, under one of his own poems- 'A Clump of Shit'!
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  • Valerie Dohren (1/15/2014 3:48:00 PM)

    Firstly, Mr Richard Thripp, women do not hag up at the age of 37 - how dare you be so cruel! ! !
    Valsa - your poem is a sad tale of the reality intrinsic in the culture of your country, which I believe we are all aware of. And furthermore, who would want to be tied to the Richard Thripps of this world - enough to make a woman take her own life I would say.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

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