tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post8502947914020292316..comments2024-03-09T23:49:54.435+05:30Comments on Panchalibolchi: Musings~Panchalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832164041967778122noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-12902369483294208012016-03-04T08:52:47.605+05:302016-03-04T08:52:47.605+05:30You're good at fiction Panchali because you...You're good at fiction Panchali because you're.a good student of human nature. Your poem is evidence of that.Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-29491737152863166852016-03-04T07:03:06.291+05:302016-03-04T07:03:06.291+05:30Tossing the baggage...good advice. Shredding the p...Tossing the baggage...good advice. Shredding the petals means starting afresh. Enjoyed this poem.Love the last line.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-25383352157376654272016-03-04T02:49:53.537+05:302016-03-04T02:49:53.537+05:30baggage does crush one and sometimes we have to li...baggage does crush one and sometimes we have to lighten the load. I can feel the letting go with the tearing of the bud. Truedessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09079953417572207613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-26217504290665520162016-03-03T18:14:03.380+05:302016-03-03T18:14:03.380+05:30Time is indeed a scummy sea..we must take our plea...Time is indeed a scummy sea..we must take our pleasures where we can - fictional or otherwise :)Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-69650485219402381812016-03-03T16:43:04.442+05:302016-03-03T16:43:04.442+05:30If only one could grab the withered bud as you did...If only one could grab the withered bud as you did with ease,life would be the better.But the buds remain inaccessible deep in the crevices of heart or mind that they hurt at their chosen moments!!<br />The poem is soothingly refreshing.KParthasarathihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02189924874350906456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-59241994453808347942016-03-03T15:56:37.333+05:302016-03-03T15:56:37.333+05:30De-cluttering the mind as well as the heart is alw...De-cluttering the mind as well as the heart is always good and fruitful. You start afresh!vanderloosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15974007236500702721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-18460487757616041672016-03-03T11:16:08.980+05:302016-03-03T11:16:08.980+05:30Sometimes we receive in letting go.
"Time is...Sometimes we receive in letting go.<br /><br />"Time is a scummy sea" ... I love that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-66910073665203656082016-03-03T10:48:07.658+05:302016-03-03T10:48:07.658+05:30'No hate/baggage is worthy of conserving'....'No hate/baggage is worthy of conserving'. So absolutely true! An intriguing tale with a good ending.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-12265493507464034722016-03-03T10:10:13.337+05:302016-03-03T10:10:13.337+05:30ah..letting go is always peaceful...so beautifully...ah..letting go is always peaceful...so beautifully painted with the symbol of a flower...this one's a gem Panchali di :)Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-51731921714895129972016-03-03T09:38:21.736+05:302016-03-03T09:38:21.736+05:30Shredding those petals, and beginning anew. Creat...Shredding those petals, and beginning anew. Creative take on this prompt.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-36405104240952974552016-03-03T08:30:27.306+05:302016-03-03T08:30:27.306+05:30the lump hurts very little today.
Is that what g...the lump hurts very little today. <br />Is that what getting old is?<br /><br />I like that...accepting the baggage and beginning to savour the good while cleansing the bad...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-52790826747012176152016-03-03T06:06:16.680+05:302016-03-03T06:06:16.680+05:30I'm glad it's fiction, for sometimes those...I'm glad it's fiction, for sometimes those preserved lumps are cancers on our health. Throw them away and move on.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-68504739362596538912016-03-03T04:55:23.538+05:302016-03-03T04:55:23.538+05:30I loved that penultimate line "He loved me qu...I loved that penultimate line "He loved me quite enough" as it is curiously apt being satisfied that while the liaison was acceptable but now that it is ended that is good as well.Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-69821675637535794572016-03-03T02:09:21.745+05:302016-03-03T02:09:21.745+05:30It's a release..., or, so it feels.
No hate/ba...It's a release..., or, so it feels.<br />No hate/baggage is worthy of conserving...<br /><br />Oh yes indeed! Beautifully done.<br />Lots of love,<br />SanaaSanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-2779787226296867562016-03-03T02:08:25.819+05:302016-03-03T02:08:25.819+05:30I really enjoyed this poem, Panchali...and like Sh...I really enjoyed this poem, Panchali...and like Sherry know it is fiction. You wrote with such emotion though. I could almost picture her standing there being ready to shred the flower. Sometimes it does feel good to 'de-clutter' especially when the relationship is over!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-59575553971928683192016-03-03T01:09:42.969+05:302016-03-03T01:09:42.969+05:30Shredding the petals and letting go the the press...Shredding the petals and letting go the the pressure, a catharsis at the end... Beautifully penned, Panchalidi... :-)Maniparnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16109166826609932168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-77948055487891831352016-03-03T01:01:05.635+05:302016-03-03T01:01:05.635+05:30I knew this was fiction, my friend, as I know you ...I knew this was fiction, my friend, as I know you have an adoring husband. Smiles. I love the shredding of the leaves, the letting go, the realization "He loved me quite enough". A wonderful message.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-54252173074010530362016-03-02T23:09:00.419+05:302016-03-02T23:09:00.419+05:30LOL...I think people have some trouble with swallo...LOL...I think people have some trouble with swallowing depression... for it is always there.. even when not solicited. :))))) I killed it mercilessly....<br />It's almost midnight in my part of the world...so, wishing you a happy Thursday and a good night, Gellina! Thank you and lots of love!Panchalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08832164041967778122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756391608984993711.post-66070620800373170402016-03-02T22:51:48.274+05:302016-03-02T22:51:48.274+05:30If the shredding and tossing brought healing of mi...If the shredding and tossing brought healing of mind in the body pained. That then was a good gesture<br /><br />Have a happy Wednesday<br /><br />Much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com