Valsa George


My Fractured Identity - Poem by Valsa George

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.

Intoxicated by faint but glistening memories
My land, I have 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 anything,
I saw my land glimmer in darkness
Like the 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
At times, my heart struggled to forget old longings
But, lashed upon like tidal waves on a sea strand
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


Comments about My Fractured Identity by Valsa George

  • Bharati Nayak (8/28/2017 10:08:00 PM)


    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
    - - - - - - - We carry our memories wherever we go.Childhood days almost all people remember.When we have the experience of love and affection, that memory is an oasis in desert to cross through difficulties of life.
    Your love for your native village finds an amazing expression when you say
    Intoxicated by faint but glistening memories
    My land, I have 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
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - -But after coming back to the same place after residing outside rlong years, you see that the place has changed, you do not find your childhood friends and people who loved you, it shatters you.The myth that you find the old welcoming home falls to pieces.A wonderful poem, thanks for sharing.
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  • Bri Edwards (8/28/2017 8:48:00 PM)


    With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh................this line actually made me cringe! i'm such a wimp! ! !

    :) bri

    there is much to like about the poem. tell me it is a true story about you, Valsa, and i shall return to comment more.

    i'm still working on getting your My Epitaph and other poems into the Sept. showcase Part A.
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  • (12/18/2014 12:55:00 PM)


    Very poignant write indeed with a nostalgic feeling of one's identity searched in between two worlds......Valsa.......
    amazing thought and write....10/10
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (5/10/2013 11:13:00 AM)


    a masterpiece.can feel the pain you are going through being away from the root.liked it. (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (3/25/2013 6:25:00 PM)


    How true, your poem makes me wonder which is harder: to live away longing for the native land or to be back to find self being a stranger...either way the human soul shall survive. I think there is no more fractured identity, if we can get away from the identity crisis shock we may find out that home is any soil of this world if we can lay own love on it. Suppose this life is not about what we receive but what we give. You dear friend are no more tied to one place, by giving, sharing your heart and poems became a citizen of the world, feel free of any tie, keep giving than soon we shall admire your amazingly happy smiles. (Report) Reply

  • (3/17/2013 6:04:00 AM)


    When our land is judged with an introspective eye the present one is not the only one we have and our past also plays a great role in framing our present. Therefore the question of any fractured identity is hypothetical and the imminent phase of future too has to be borne in mind.
    When the wanderings conclude one day a better picture will be emerging. But still your past will have to be a reminder of where you could have remained otherwise... A good poem that caves into the ice of thoughts heavy..
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  • (3/17/2013 1:08:00 AM)


    At such times you feel that you don't belong to any one soil- oscillating between two worlds- ! Wonderful picture painted of both lands! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (3/16/2013 2:32:00 PM)


    A heartfelt write, nostalgic recognition of, and longing for, familial roots. Nicely penned. (Report) Reply

  • Sanjay Mehta (3/16/2013 12:15:00 AM)


    As the saying goes, rolling stone gathers no moss. This is what the future has in store for majority of us. The society has to face this problem in the coming days and how the response will be God forbid. (Report) Reply

  • (3/15/2013 1:36:00 AM)


    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. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 31, 2013


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