Valsa George


Senile Broodings - Poem by Valsa George

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!

Topic(s) of this poem: old age

Form: Blues Poem


Comments about Senile Broodings by Valsa George

  • Tom Allport (4/27/2017 12:02:00 PM)


    a reflective poem of what was stolen by a thief named time? ..................superbly written. (Report) Reply

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  • Akhtar Jawad (1/22/2016 4:16:00 AM)


    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.. (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Katona (4/27/2015 1:44:00 AM)


    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.
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    Valsa George Valsa George (4/29/2015 11:52:00 PM)

    Happy that you retain your youth
    And discern the truth
    That rhyme has such an impact
    That aging cannot distract
    May your youth protract! !

  • (4/12/2015 6:00:00 AM)


    A marvellous poem brooding over old age..Loved the great write, Valsa! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Sebastian (4/10/2015 9:11:00 AM)


    A great poem on how much of youth we had missed with aging. A reality to face gracefully. But still, there is so much of youth in us left to enjoy, to share, to give some people hope and direction, to rekindle someone's dream, contribute to the lives of others...Valsa, I see your youth in the poems you write. They say age is made up of digits. No stop to loving life. The best is yet to be.
    Thank you so much for the reflective poem.
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  • Akhtar Jawad (4/10/2015 7:55:00 AM)


    Why should I think, I am old, I think I am still a youth, I live like a youth and I shall die like a youth, but after reading this poem I became a little old. No problem, I shall write a poem that will make me once again a youth. You speak the truth but sometimes a lie is needed.........10 (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (4/8/2015 9:58:00 AM)


    It is also time to tie a noose
    Around all my unbridled desires.

    Though the time gallops away yet in the cellars of the mind lie unbridled desires that rear its head and spin us in a web of regret. I very much agree with you when you say that ' It is time to tie a noose around all unbridled desires, ' since that alone can pave way for better utilization of time presently on hand. I too often think, if I could plant my steps once again in the past, how I would have done things differently. This poem deserves a perfect 10.
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  • (4/8/2015 6:05:00 AM)


    sooner the time left a window, and coll breeze fall makes the poetess to know looting of beauty of a flower....
    Age has left me fidgety and frail
    And I abhor looking into the mirror
    For fear of being repelled by my image
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  • Kavya . (4/8/2015 5:26:00 AM)


    though physically we become old and cant run away from it....every bday seems like one step ahead towards the old age........but we can always be young at heart, young at mind, the wrinkles in our face can fade away with the youth within.
    A very nice description of how age leaves us in a frail position.........the lines below are so captivating! it drags me near the seashore leaving me in an imagination of the sleepy evening, sunset time forcing us to walk back home!
    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!
    (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (4/7/2015 9:12:00 PM)


    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 (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (4/6/2015 1:42:00 PM)


    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
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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (4/6/2015 10:17:00 AM)


    Realities of turning old are beautifully presented. Everyone at that stage wishes to revisit the good old time if possible but it keeps moving farther and farther becoming unreachable. The true reality is to face this somehow. Hope the old can join together and live it simple. My thoughts for myself are also similar as expressed in the poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Jaishree Nair (4/6/2015 6:34:00 AM)


    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. (Report) Reply

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (4/6/2015 4:40:00 AM)


    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) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 5, 2015



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