Senile Broodings Poem by Valsa George
Senile Broodings
Knowing it is futile
I seek my youth,
In the hallway of life,
Like the blind after a spectral shadow
When I see the frolicsome youth
Leaving the campus gates on every eve
How I long to retrace my steps
To devour once more the tastiest slice of life
As I see the waves advancing to kiss the shore
How I long to embrace my youth
But when I hear their retreating roar
I discern, the old has to pave way for the new
With a jolt I realize, time has fled like a thief
Stealing all my treasures away
I could hear the sound
Of fast falling footsteps behind
Alas, couldn’t catch up with the villain
To retrieve the loot
The grains of sand have slipped off
So quickly from the hourglass
Alas, time like a sweeping whirlwind
Never stops or pauses for anybody
Age has left me fidgety and frail
And I abhor looking into the mirror
For fear of being repelled by my image
I have fallen like a spent star
Into the singularity of life
My limbs are not supple any more
But leathery and slow
Life has been a roller coaster ride
Now the fuel is almost spent
And at the indicator
The needle has hit the minimum
It is now time to bundle up
As the winter blasts are around
Being at the periphery of life
It is also time to tie a noose
Around all my unbridled desires
Here I stand alone on the sea strand
Looking at the russet sunset
And drag my feet on a return journey
Homeward……
To fall into the ensuing silence!
WOW' an intense write on old age making the heart heavy. But truth can't be avoided, that is for sure. The more the mind likes to be nearer to youth and vigor the more they will turn their back and distancing them. Very harh, very heart wrenching but unavoidable about the darker part of life.......10'10
Great poem! You have captured the pathos and sadness of old age very well. That spent star falling into a singularity is just great. (10)
Advancing of age with time.Every one has to face it .Beautifully expressed. Another great one.Thank you for letting us bathe in the ocean of words.Enjoyed.
Time. Its a villain who steals away everything in us, health wealth, happiness and the like leaving solitude and dejection as our companions.
In this fleeting present moment, feeling the pull of the future, yet still paying tribute to one's past self, all the while accepting and dwelling in silence, for silence is the shared common ground of one's past, present and future. .
a reflective poem of what was stolen by a thief named time? ..................superbly written.
After a long struggle at last I found a poem of Valsa not yet read by me. When I read it I said to mtself, tastiest dishes are those that are cooked after a lot of fatigue. The poem is such a dish that I found after nine moths of its coming in existence. I refreshed it in the Microwave Oven of my brain and my heart enjoyed it as a nice freh dish. Valsa it's a great poem..
Continued - In my mind's eye, There's no time to cry, For in truth, I never lost my youth, My beauty lasts for all time, In delightful words of rhyme.
Happy that you retain your youth And discern the truth That rhyme has such an impact That aging cannot distract May your youth protract! !
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It is now time to bundle up As the winter blasts are around Being at the periphery of life It is also time to tie a noose Around all my unbridled desires........Really it is time to noose the unbridled desire in which we can reach to eternal peace. Very nicely and aptly presented the poem 'Senile Broodings'. Best word choice. Meaningful poem, Many thanks..........10/10