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~ One word: VIVID... good one, My Brother ~ Perfection ~
~ Excellently Rendered: Prose & Poetry ~ combined~~~~~
~ Great: Framework & Creative Presentation of Format!
A Master-Work ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm Breathless.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jesus... I shiver, my God. Soon follow, slightly by envy. To stop, such utterly silly foolishness. To recognize, genius. As it is portrayed: in stunning Prose. That vivify again, that term. That place of expression. That hold, no word... but. Awe...
Let us not pretend, to hear. But listen, to the souls express. Progression... yes.
Let's not turn our back out of pride and again, pretend. That this not move you at some core, premise. To some decree! That you know exist. In this presented piece. Pristine. I bow, to my pride and give to this Poet. Such Regard, as it duly delivered. ~~Classical-ism~~, at its best. All Hail... this Modern Master... for such Diligence of Depths. To the very deepest Ocean Floor. Hold his breath, to fair to Bursting. The choice, that perfect. Living Clam. Return, with his prize... the one & Perfect Pearl of Poetry. That now flow, from his Breast. Relieved!
To be un-burdened. From the Creative Souls depths of Spirit. Intact & Preserved.
To the Light: of Wonderment...
To this. High Praise in deed and a most Regarded Recommended Read...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~For all that love. The written word~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yet, enough of praise. As I tire of my paltry words. This young man, is gifted. So far beyond words, and his Poetry. Will live in the heart of millions, an Eternity... To this Mark my words, predict. All should, follow. In applause, here on this page. For a thing, so rare. As incalculably Prodigious. Not, the Poem... the Poet!
Now, to more personal reasoning. The presence was tantalizing, in its contrast of Light & Dark representation. The meter of it's delivery, what stoke my heart. To such above, praises. The cadence, again. The Ebb & Flow: Masterly. Sigh to some degree, limited. Only by Youth and Experience. That will, all too soon. Mature and Sadly. Disappear. IE; And the words which have just lost their originality...
I pray this fault, an drying of privilege. Never arrive, for Ishan Sadwelkar.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yet, the sun rise and set, on us all~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Rhythm & Rhyme, swam with Cadence. A rare treat. This Dance with Delight.
Of it all, I had but one falter. In the phrasing. That could have capture greater, in my humble opinion ~~Timeless Classical-ism~~ That hang, of a signature. Line...
That, one expression. That makes. Immortality... as are: Heroes.
I mean, to be so bold. As to present this, and mean. No disregard;
Hence mayhap, inspiration proceeding
the deafening roar of audience, sent repleting
Hypnotize, the hero. Self. Himself & Decay. Decline...
The turn around, I believe Ishan. Express, in this underpinnings. Sweeping Iliad..
Poetry or Prose. One, is the license to abbreviate. To prosed meaning or emotion. Tis the knife, that pare. Deep. To the bare~bone of utterance. The other, is add the clutter of small addition. That make, the spoken English language. Complete. An thusly, only clutter. Great Poetry. Immortally Memorable... satisfying. Pallet.
wow! i'm stumped by the lucidity and beauty of this verse. there are images that this one conjures that are not only stark and stunning, but also real and palpable.
"the sound of light falling on the palms of leaves", "The echo one hears, after the recent death of a momentary thought", "our silence is only a temporary excuse to free our own chaos from its source". some magnificent expression coupled with profound thoughts there.
the last stanza, to be as a reader, is one that will continue to linger. it hits home, deftly and starkly. it speaks to many hearts and souls who haven't quite been allowed to forget "what it is to be a nightmare, amongst a bunch of accomplished dreams" - no matter which end of the spectrum they are on; in fact, even if they are somewhere in between a dream and a nightmare, negotiating the tough road from one side to the other.
an exceptionally poetic and soulful voice shines through in this verse! kudos!
This is brilliant, from the soul, an accurate analysis on humanity. The wording is more than lovely and flows like a memory. I am beyond words, actually. Beautiful. I imagine you inhale air and exhale poems.
I absolutely loved every line of this write. It's flawless. While reading this, "The Sound of Silence" was playing in my head. It takes the weaving of powerful words by a master to create that for me. Amazing. My favorite lines:
"And the murmuring softness
Of silk against silk
And breeze over breeze"
It's philosophical and profound. The words percolate to your mind like drops of water. There isn't much to say as everything has been already said by other writers
It is no doubt a profound poem with some very good imagery. Silence is both a comfort and a weapon, a tool of healing and a equipment of destruction. It is a language we use very powerfully. I liked the line
And the words which have just lost their originality
To free our own chaos from its source
Enjoyed it!