tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post3282165922924758503..comments2023-05-23T08:20:52.950-07:00Comments on chimes of a forgotten melody: InquietudeAnand S Unnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06000744958432605565noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post-65427498974720451662018-01-15T14:49:11.611-08:002018-01-15T14:49:11.611-08:00This anguished poem goes straight to the heart!This anguished poem goes straight to the heart!Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post-35930929859335985462018-01-15T11:08:05.606-08:002018-01-15T11:08:05.606-08:00I see dark desperation and depression in your word...I see dark desperation and depression in your words Anand, words telling of self-harm and possible suicidal ideation, and of keeping your pain from your Amma, to protect her but in doing so, further hurting yourself.<br />I hope she lets you rest on her lap and sings a pretty lullaby to comfort you and strokes your troubled head/mind, but please don’t sleep for ever.<br />The kindest of regards<br />Anna<br />hyperCRYPTICalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post-2441819543322563582018-01-14T10:54:02.645-08:002018-01-14T10:54:02.645-08:00A heartbreaking poem, Anand, especially the lines:...A heartbreaking poem, Anand, especially the lines:<br />'The day you left me alone at school?<br />I felt being ripped apart'<br />and<br />'Will you stroke my erupting head?<br />I need to sleep.'<br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post-66248671334043299472018-01-14T08:39:21.226-08:002018-01-14T08:39:21.226-08:00A touching poem. Wise to use "Amma" ......A touching poem. Wise to use "Amma" ... it's meaning was perfectly clear. indybevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post-81890455501998732752018-01-14T08:18:50.314-08:002018-01-14T08:18:50.314-08:00I dont think we ever outgrow that need for a mothe...I dont think we ever outgrow that need for a mother's loving touch. This is a very moving poem, Anand. Just lovely. I remember dsropping my little boy off at kindergarten - the teacher lifted him to bring him in, and he grabbed the edge of the doorframe, terrified, resisting. Sigh. Poor boy.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post-3607676915300420932018-01-14T08:17:20.761-08:002018-01-14T08:17:20.761-08:00Oh the pain of separations... Oh the pain of separations... brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post-46660107596384631362018-01-14T05:33:23.124-08:002018-01-14T05:33:23.124-08:00What a beautifully expressive poem~ you have writ...What a beautifully expressive poem~ you have written from the heart about your mother, most dear.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298902981081945410.post-50221913859223174692018-01-14T03:48:52.401-08:002018-01-14T03:48:52.401-08:00There are times where only the words that are clos...There are times where only the words that are closest to our heart will do. You were right to go with Amma.Rommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11810721515248103148noreply@blogger.com