Swaddled in frozen silence
In a weather so dolorous and damp
The pores of her mind sweat painful memories
Which take a headlong flight
Faster than the beams of light
At times shaking their fearful manes
As unbridled steeds, they come
Raising dust behind
Making all sanity blurred.
Often they rise from their indulgent stupor
And spill over, submerging all extant thoughts
They never care to stand in queue
Jostling each other with no manners
They bump on one another, breaking all decorum
Like an unruly mob on impatient wait
Caught in the vortex of a whirling current
Her poor body begins to lose its equilibrium
And she plunges into an abysmal pit
To be choked there in whirling gloom!
Depression takes it's own course with uncontrollable thoughts, that bring us on a painful journey without our permission, we duck and dive but allow it to overtake us as we accept it's powerful control. Superb write!
It is a pity that she has has fallen headlong into the abysmal pits. But the hope has it that she will bounce back to the surging waves to reach the shores..
The verse story told in the present indefinite giving it a dramatic touch! ! !
A dolorous mood and the painful memories....the heavy perplexity of the mind is sometimes likely to result in delirious as well as dangerous act...no wonder " she plunges into an abysmal pit To be choked there in whirling gloom! " ....A well thought out work Valsa...10++++
A sad reminiscence brought her headlong to the gloom once experienced.......Valsa.......metaphor so finely adopted makes the piece vibrant and lively...........
If someone is asleep or not completely awaken the memories become an in-disciplined crowd. Some times these memories are mixed in the sub-conscious grinder and a very abnormal shake is prepared. Some times it is furious and sometimes it is funny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories and thoughts may be uncontrollable at times. This state is described comparing with uncomfortable weather, unruly steeds, whirl of a vortex in beautiful lines. Nice poem.