Immortal Online

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Neither abridged
Nor partially baked
We write who we are
With precise time and date

Opined, aware
Unclogging mind as we pen
Calling dud a dud
Or praising something 10 on 10

Our presence is feeble
Our impact high
Bane or boon -
Internet made our lives glorified

At 65, we might ponder
Why we wrote so mundane?
After we're gone, our children will flip posts
To ease off their pain

Preserved for eternity
Our words will soothe and tell
A diary of ups and downs
But a life spent very well

I was reading 'The Diary of a Young Girl' which has impacted millions years after Anne Frank died. And a thought came to my mind - All bloggers are immortal online. Our posts can bring gush of emotions not only to us but to all those who read our blogs. It's our online diary many can connect with. It widens our existence and preserves our emotions for eternity. What do you all think? 

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Comments

  1. BikramApril 28, 2014 at 12:59 PM

    very true saru.. our posts bring emotion in us and to others also ..

    lovely poem

    Bikram

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  2. Akshay Kumar GApril 28, 2014 at 1:07 PM

    That is really a very interesting perspective, Saru. And so true as well. :)

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  3. AnonymousApril 28, 2014 at 1:26 PM

    Very true - which is why it's important to write things that you won't be ashamed of your kids reading in the future...

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  4. kalpana solsiApril 28, 2014 at 1:33 PM

    A diary of ups and downs
    But a life spent very well.
    well-written Saru.

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  5. UnknownApril 28, 2014 at 1:51 PM

    It touched my heart. <3

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  6. Jyotsna BhatiaApril 28, 2014 at 3:11 PM

    So so true Saru.. Lovely poem!!

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  7. Reema D'souzaApril 28, 2014 at 10:39 PM

    A lovely poem :)

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  8. Afshan ShaikApril 28, 2014 at 11:08 PM

    How true Saru. This piece made me think a lot
    will some one be there who will read mine and get emotional :) ?
    may be there is some one
    bful lines

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  9. Sachin PrabhuApril 29, 2014 at 2:38 AM

    i love this poem <3 so true :)

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  10. Shivani SinghApril 29, 2014 at 5:49 AM

    There were many reasons why I started blogging and some u have penned down...lyrically. It was fun reading it. But u r excellent in composing there is no doubt about that.
    Hey Saru...I was away from the blogging scenario a real long time. But hopefully I am back now. Have done two different posts on the same subject. The tones r different though. Would you be kind enough to grace my blog with ur presence....

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    1. Saru SinghalMay 5, 2014 at 1:36 PM

      Good to see you back and would love to read your posts.

      Thanks for a lovely comment.

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  11. Rahul BhatiaApril 29, 2014 at 12:24 PM

    A beautiful thought. Good to see you back after the break, Saru:) Congratulations for being selected for Tangy Tuesday Pick, by Blogadda!

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  12. Sid @ iwrotethose.comApril 29, 2014 at 3:33 PM

    Brilliantly said. Our words immortalise us :)

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  13. RachnaApril 30, 2014 at 12:21 AM

    I surely hope that my kids will find a treasure trove of memories here for them.

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  14. Red HandedApril 30, 2014 at 3:18 AM

    Ah...I dont know what my kids will find..Maybe the rants of a nutty mother..
    This was lovely!

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    1. Saru SinghalMay 5, 2014 at 2:12 PM

      They will love your blog. A cool mom, what else anyone wants?

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  15. Neo ImaginationsApril 30, 2014 at 9:24 AM

    A true legacy....Congraats for being chosen as Tangy Tuesday pick.

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  16. ekta khetanApril 30, 2014 at 9:52 AM

    I think the same, very much... we leave an impact- knowingly n sometime without knowing.

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  17. UppalApril 30, 2014 at 10:11 AM

    Very encouraging words clothed in a beautiful poem!

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  18. Shesha ChaturvediApril 30, 2014 at 10:24 AM

    :) Beautiful write up! I have the same feelings behind this and that is why I had named my blog- Elixired! :)
    Congrats for being selected as Tangy Tuesday pick!

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  19. HaddockApril 30, 2014 at 1:06 PM

    At 65, we might ponder
    Why we wrote so mundane? ..... ha ha... could be true.

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  20. AnonymousApril 30, 2014 at 1:41 PM

    Immortal online... that's a lovely way to put it! Only bloggers can understand what blogging means to us, others think it's a way to kill time, and I feel for them.

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  21. UnknownApril 30, 2014 at 2:08 PM

    This is so true! In the past I have been criticized by my family for writing stuff that should be kept (in their opinion) hush-hush. But the 2nd para of your poem describes who we truly are, the ones that call a spade a spade!

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    1. Saru SinghalMay 5, 2014 at 2:50 PM

      Our blog is just an extension of us and we are proud of it.

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  22. Dr.Riyaz SheriffApril 30, 2014 at 2:36 PM

    beautifully written and very true!

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  23. Anita SabatApril 30, 2014 at 10:27 PM

    Yes indeed. That's more reason to write more :) Great, Saru!

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  24. KalpanaMay 1, 2014 at 1:09 AM

    Profound Saru :)

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  25. AmitAagMay 1, 2014 at 1:21 AM

    Great thought in a nice poem!

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  26. Preethi VenugopalaMay 1, 2014 at 2:33 AM

    Beautiful thoughts..I loved the picture of the early blogger... :D
    Made me feel immortal..:)

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    1. Saru SinghalMay 5, 2014 at 8:20 PM

      It is really cute picture. Glad you liked the poem.

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  27. Rajni SinhaMay 1, 2014 at 5:10 AM

    nice thoughts

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  28. Puru@ShadowsGaloreMay 1, 2014 at 5:13 AM

    Immortal online as long as the servers keep running :)

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  29. My little DiaryMay 1, 2014 at 7:16 AM

    so true :). visit My little Diary at http://ankitaranotra.blogspot.in/

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  30. Hey Wait, Listen!May 1, 2014 at 9:28 AM

    Very true!! Interesting with a different perspective!

    http://heywaitlistenblog.blogspot.in/

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  31. SushMay 1, 2014 at 10:08 AM

    Cheers...bloggers

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  32. SharmilaMay 1, 2014 at 10:36 AM

    What a lovely thought! All the more reason to be responsible bloggers.
    Long live blogging! :-)

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  33. ShaiviMay 1, 2014 at 1:25 PM

    What a coincidence Saru...I am also reading "The diary of a young girl" nowadays! Beautifully written, as always!

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    1. Saru SinghalMay 6, 2014 at 8:39 AM

      This book is emotionally sweeping. Glad you like the poem, Shaivi.

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  34. Beloo MehraMay 2, 2014 at 1:13 AM

    Thanks for these thought-provoking words! I am now pondering why I write, or why I should or should not write :)

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    1. Saru SinghalMay 6, 2014 at 8:45 AM

      Feeling great that this poem evoked such emotions in you. Thanks for reading.

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  35. संजय भास्‍कर May 3, 2014 at 3:51 AM

    Great thought in a nice poem!such beautiful lines :)

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  36. The Side I HideMay 3, 2014 at 1:16 PM

    So true! What an interesting perspective to blogging :)

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  37. Deepa GopalMay 4, 2014 at 3:15 AM

    So true! Beautifully expressed :)

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  38. AnonymousMay 5, 2014 at 4:54 AM

    How true is that. We leave behind these imprints that will exist even when we will be gone. Loved the poem.

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  39. Saurabh ChawlaMay 5, 2014 at 6:12 AM

    Dedicated to bloggers! A wonderfully expressed one Saru :)

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  40. UnknownMay 5, 2014 at 10:38 AM

    Of course, our blogs are our own diaries which immortalize us. Nice poem.

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  41. Saru SinghalMay 5, 2014 at 1:37 PM

    Thanks team BlogAdda.

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  42. joshi danielMay 6, 2014 at 3:35 AM

    very true :)

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  43. Sri ValliMay 6, 2014 at 4:31 AM

    This is so true! Bloggers are immortal online...Feels great reading this!! :)

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  44. ekta khetanMay 7, 2014 at 2:01 PM

    Aha! Rabta is my favorite too... In fact I was searching for a different version on it on google and landed at your post. well written

    BTW, isn't mashroofiyat means- busy? Just wondering as my urdu knowledge is getting corroded.
    www.hautekutir.com

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    1. Saru SinghalMay 7, 2014 at 3:26 PM

      Yes, you are right. It was a typo, I meant 'not in leisure'. And I suppose this comment is for the latest poem. Thanks for reading, Ekta.

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  45. Writefully YoursJuly 8, 2015 at 2:01 PM

    Oh I missed this one last year! But that kinda proved your point- immortal online :)

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