The image, forever frozen in time
is imprinted indelibly on my mind
the city of love that denied me love
returns to haunt me every then and now
holding that moment in my palms
I watch time unfurl its whorls inexorably
the piercing tendrils touch my face not so gently
my memories are followed by a trail of sighs
my past colouring the present
future remains a slate so blank
the static of my soul presses pause
I suspend the hourglass and the tick-tock freezes
days and nights lose their meaning
I refuse to acknowledge their acceptability
the sun, the moon and the stars are but
unwanted intruders in the entr’acte of my life
I choose to live in this suspension
till I find words
to leave my mark and stain the moments.
the city of love that denied me love
This is precisely how I felt in Paris.
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Ah. Kindred spirits.
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your wordsmithing at it’s best sis!
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Thanks a ton, sis.
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always a pleasure!
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Oh, this is gorgeous and haunting. Bravo.
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Andrew, that’s high praise! Thanks so much, my dear.
I loved your beautiful, poignant poem ‘Rain on my window’ on YouTube. I have never publicly commented there earlier, so refrained from doing do. Just wanted you to know I loved it. ❤️
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I understand. If you can do me the favor of liking me on Youtube, your identity does no show. That would be great, if you can.
Thanks
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I did like it, Andrew! You wouldn’t even have to ask me to do that!! Always there for you.
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Thank you so much. I appreciate it. Youtube works on likes and comments. The more there are the more likely the higher on their priority list I would rise.
Bless you always.
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My pleasure. Bless you too.
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I agree with Kate. Beautiful example of mastery over words Punam. The emotions and the flow of this poem are so affecting. Thanks for joining in with this wonderful poem.
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Sadje, so appreciate your generous praise. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. ❤️
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You’re always welcome my friend
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I love the idea of words staining moments to leave a mark. I always saw them as capturing moments.
Also, the audacity of redefining life disconnected from the Sun and Moon can come only from a writer.
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Thanks a lot, Reena. We stain papers with ink, so….🙂
Writers have to be audacious to allow imagination to soar.
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Agree 🙂
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Suspended time….. By Punam
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Thank you.
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What a beautiful and atmospheric piece sweetheart. I love it 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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Thanks a lot, Gabriela! Means a lot. ❤️❤️🌷🌷🥰🥰
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This is a fabulous expression of emotion, Punam. I especially loved those last few lines.
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Thanks a lot, Chris. 🙂
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Fantastic piece of poetry, Punam and the place makes you so romantic and loveable.
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Indeed, it does! Thanks so much, Kamal. 🙏🏼❤️
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You are always welcome ❤️❤️❤️☺️☺️☺️
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Lady Wordsworth is an apt title to your name Punam 😊❤️
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Radhika! 🙈 So touched by your praise. Thanks a lot, my dear. 🙏🏼😊❤️
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Emotions so profound weaved in words of luxury. Fantabulous read.
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Thank you kindly, Kritika. Glad you enjoyed it. ❤️
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My pleasure 🙂 (Heart)
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Wonderful description of that pause between having and longing… love it!
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Thanks so much, Val.
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Ah this is grand…. the first two stanzas I love the most… ah, Paris, yes! that city of love which is so unforgiving in some ways… it’s the ultimate paradox. 🌸🌹🙏
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Ah! You know Paris pretty well…indeed ultimate paradox! Thanks a lot! 🌷❤️😊🙏🏼
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When I remember Paris, I remember walking around near the Louvre at night and being shocked that policemen were carrying machine guns up and down the street. That seemed like a hard edge to me. I was in Pairs with my husband, and we enjoyed sightseeing, but I can see how it could be a cold and lonely place.
The contrast between the beauty and glamour of the City of Love and the anguish of the speaker makes this a powerful and moving poem. ❤ Have a great day, Punam!
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Yes, the dichotomy! But I am sure you have wonderful memories of the place. Thanks so much for your insightful comment. Have a wonderful day, Cheryl. ❤️
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Whoa! Lovely, Punam. That last stanza was tremendous, my friend. Excellent! 😊🙏
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I am so glad you enjoyed it, Jeff! Thanks a lot, my dear. 😊🙏🏼
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Yes, I did indeed. Welcome, Punam! Always a pleasure, my dear friend. 🙏😊
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Kudos to you Poonam. You are marvelous with your words.
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Thanks a lot, Moushmi.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks so much.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Exquisite Punam! Sometimes we have to remain suspended in time while the Universe figures out what is next for us. 🥰
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Absolutely, Christine! Thanks so much. 🥰🥰
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Beautiful writing Punam
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Thanks a lot, Jude.
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Ah, there you go again with your brillianc and gift of words…and that’s Paris, the city of love who denied you love…aw my heart🥰🥰🥰
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Thanks, Mich.❤️ Not everyone gets lucky in Paris.
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Oh, to suspend time… but I think I would not go back – especially if I could not have what I have now.
Lovely.
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Yes, Jules, I agree no going back. Thanks so much.
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Punam not sure what happened in Paris, and I don’t like to say from pain comes beauty, but this lovely poem exists now because of it. Wishing you Love that warms those frozen places ❤
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Your words warm my heart, Li. Thank you so much. ❤️
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This prompt has given us such wonderful pieces. I’ve really enjoyed ALL the responses. Wonderful, Punam. 🙂
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It has indeed, Susi. Thanks so much. 🙂
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You’re very welcome, Punam! 🙂
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You amaze me young lady, in each of your works.. 😇🙏🏼🤗💕
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‘…till I find words
to leave my mark and stain the moments.’ Beautiful.
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Indira, thanks a lot.
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