Lost Abode

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I liked everything to be perfect,
Until one day I found.
Some poems don’t rhyme,
Some words don’t weigh,      
And some smiles always fade.
Unlike some happy faces,
These lips are now closed.
Drowned in the flood of tears,
They lost their abode.
Can I curse him?
For leaving me in the lurch.
Without even saying a word,
Abandoned me in this never ending search.
A plateau of concrete,
Has his name with 'dates.'
Symphonies created by his memory,
Play low-key on my fate.
Each morning I bathe myself,
Then walk bare-feet, muddling my toes.
Inching towards my place of solace,
I decorate his name with a rose.

*Based on a story of a war widow and is published in the book 'Rousing Cadence'


Comments

  1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 17, 2014 at 12:00 PM

    Lovely rhyme Saru:)

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  2. The EnchantressMarch 17, 2014 at 2:17 PM

    I liked everything to be perfect,
    Until one day I found.

    The way u started itself was explosion of creativity

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  3. Found In FolsomMarch 17, 2014 at 2:17 PM

    Enjoyed reading a poem from you after many days.

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  4. Ritesh AgarwalMarch 18, 2014 at 12:26 AM

    This is definitely one of your better poems....very good Saru...Keep it up

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  5. Beloo MehraMarch 18, 2014 at 12:41 AM

    Touching.

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  6. AnonymousMarch 18, 2014 at 3:12 AM

    Emotional. Congratulations.

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  7. Red HandedMarch 18, 2014 at 3:21 AM

    "Symphonies created by his memory,
    Play low-key on my fate."
    How amazing are you Saru?!

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  8. SoumyaMarch 18, 2014 at 4:31 AM

    Best rhyming I have come across ever. Including my posts :P

    They sing a melody your words!

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  9. Team BlogAddaMarch 18, 2014 at 8:25 AM

    This post has been selected for the Tangy Tuesday Picks this week. Thank You for an amazing post! Cheers! Keep Blogging :)

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  10. Blasphemous AestheteMarch 18, 2014 at 12:23 PM

    It is beautiful Saru, the poem talks of words not rhyming in a beautiful rhyme, and oh, the angst, when they don't as life unfolds!

    Beautiful poem :)

    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  11. Flying high in the sky....March 18, 2014 at 1:44 PM

    i don't know what to say!! there is a knot and lump in my throat which refuses to go......

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  12. Danny SimonMarch 18, 2014 at 10:56 PM

    Wow you brought out the emotions well!

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  13. ArtiMarch 19, 2014 at 6:03 AM

    There are no adjectives for this one, just that it warmed my heart to the core.

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  14. Writefully YoursMarch 19, 2014 at 1:49 PM

    Beautiful portrayal of loss, love and sadness. This one will stick in the memory for a long time... why not try it in Hindi also?

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  15. Midnight scribblesMarch 20, 2014 at 12:00 AM

    Oh wow! Beautiful poetry! Unfurls in the most subtle manner

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  16. UnknownMarch 20, 2014 at 12:25 AM

    I could feel the pain while reading. So beautifully written.

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  17. RekhaMarch 20, 2014 at 12:55 AM

    Very well written, Saru! Sad and painful.

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  18. Manjulika PramodMarch 20, 2014 at 2:26 AM

    Touching!!

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  19. AnonymousMarch 20, 2014 at 4:11 AM

    Beautiful Saru !

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  20. RamakrishnanMarch 20, 2014 at 4:21 AM

    Truthful, soulful,elevating !

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  21. AnonymousMarch 20, 2014 at 4:48 AM

    Emotions captured perfectly through subtle lines...that's great !

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  22. PayalMarch 20, 2014 at 5:15 AM

    Great one! I loved it so much!

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  23. Uma AnandaneMarch 20, 2014 at 8:23 AM

    Loved every lines ...well done Saru!

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  24. Tomichan MatheikalMarch 20, 2014 at 8:47 AM

    Superb imagination. Very carefully crafted lines.

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  25. AnonymousMarch 20, 2014 at 10:17 AM

    Very touching.

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  26. RachnaMarch 21, 2014 at 4:49 AM

    Beautiful! Well crafted.

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  27. CifarMarch 21, 2014 at 6:53 AM

    that's magic with words,truly exceptional

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  28. Ankur AnandMarch 21, 2014 at 11:14 AM

    have no idea about is the best you have written .. but can surely say this one is the best i have read out of your pen :)

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  29. BGTMarch 21, 2014 at 11:37 PM

    Lovely poem. Coincidentally, in the last 2 weeks, I have seen 5 departures - family members of my colleagues, one in my housing society. Some departures just needs to be accepted. Cant blame anyone..

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  30. Deepa GopalMarch 22, 2014 at 2:06 AM

    Beautifully said!

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  31. Ankita March 23, 2014 at 8:21 AM

    very touching and poignant

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  32. Ranita SinhaMarch 25, 2014 at 3:36 PM

    Very touching and saddening..

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  33. The MukhtiarsMarch 28, 2014 at 8:24 AM

    touching

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  34. UnknownMarch 30, 2014 at 12:08 AM

    This book has equal dosage of love, romance, adventure, depression and nice Haikus. You've showcased one or two bits of this in those wonderful words.

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  35. Saru SinghalApril 21, 2014 at 10:49 AM

    @Everyone - Thanks for reading. Touched by your feedback.

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  36. AnanyaMarch 18, 2015 at 10:06 PM

    U r truly talented...

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  37. Yogi SaraswatMarch 19, 2015 at 4:25 AM

    A plateau of concrete,
    Has his name with 'dates.'
    Symphonies created by his memory,
    Play low-key on my fate.
    Each morning I bathe myself,
    Then walk bare-feet, muddling my toes.
    Really touching words

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  38. UnknownNovember 9, 2015 at 12:08 AM

    Dear,Saru

    I was going through your some of your poems and I found them amazing. You are a very good writer.

    I'm an aspiring new blogger, and it so happen that I also write some poems, I have a blog of mine @ http://starlitoctave.wordpress.com I would be glad if you can give me some tips on how to be better writer.

    Thank you
    Sam

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