That Gulmohar Tree

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She posed and posted,
Drifted away from real life.
She lived her life only virtually,
Far far away from deafening cries.

Fabricated truth, fake applause,
She counted, collected too many.
Victim in her own fiction,
Beyond reasons any.

She posed in front of Gulmohar tree,
But never bothered for a touch.
Never cared to bask in its shadow,
Her life was in a maddening rush. 

It ended one day,
Virtual smiles, hugs lost its meaning.
She sat under that Gulmohar tree,
Drowned in her own screaming.

She rubbed her wet eyes,
Frisked through the piled debris.
It gave her joys in between,
But couldn't find who was she?

Escape, she might,
Never bury herself in it.
Never again to be a victim,
Of the facade she built.

No shape so true, no truth so false.
She never hid herself again behind virtual walls.

 *Image Source - Google

Comments

  1. UnknownAugust 11, 2014 at 2:31 PM

    Very nice. Seemed a little lonely at times.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:36 PM

      Yeah, if someone is totally dependent on virtual world, he sure is lonely.

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  2. UnknownAugust 11, 2014 at 8:43 PM

    Such a meaningful one...I bet most of us are going to relate to this one...I am glad she ended the virtual (un)reality....

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:36 PM

      (Un)reality, you said it all in one word Vidhya. Thanks for reading.

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  3. Shivani SinghAugust 12, 2014 at 12:01 AM

    Saru...this one I am afraid I don't get it. Because I can only speak taking my own life as a workshop. I find solace among nature. People often disappoint me because of reasons that r many but mostly I don't like dishonesty. Just a few days back u won't believe what happened to me at this famous bird hospital in Delhi. I had taken my ailing fan-tailed pigeon for treatment there. This doctor posed the most awkward question to me, he asked me, " Seems you r too attached to birds but what about people?" I was just too embarrassed . Imagine a bird doctor asking u this. It's not that one becomes a misanthrope because someone spends his quality time somewhere else. Ab mann pasand log ko Kahaan Kahaan doondhaein??? I felt like telling it all to him but I just smiled and said, " yeah love people too..." . Don't know whether I lied or spoke the whole truth but the real truth is trees don't use us...animals also don't. They are more trustworthy than people. Aur kuch nahin toh they give u company when other who lay tall claims when u r basking in glory scoot away when u r in low times.
    Moreover today tell me the truth...in this whatts app, Facebook status update show off , self promotion world...is there any who is living a real world nowadays. I don't see any. Hell even in Raksha Bandhan...while I was buying vegetables I saw sisters getting mehndi done and in a death like hurry to post it all for fb...
    Some virtual world this...what truth...what facade...we r all living the virtual world now Saru.
    Apologies...I always have to say...lots when I have to say...that is...
    Ur poem composition is a good one...and I am not trashing that. But I want you to speak to me please.
    :)

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:37 PM

      Hypocrisy, it's everywhere. Glad you liked the poem and thanks for sharing your experience with us. :)

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  4. Shivani SinghAugust 12, 2014 at 12:06 AM

    Oh yes Saru I shall post my reply on my blog to but because I know u will be here first than there...thank you for appreciating my pics. I am now 8 months old with my NIKON 5100 ( DSLR ) . Yeah my earlier blogs had cyber shot Sony pics. Pls pls visit my new blog to know about that man in my life who helped me with my new gadget . Will wait to see u there Saru...if it matters...I always wait for u...

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:38 PM

      Congratulations, I told you even I want to take photography lessons.

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  5. Mr.MiglaniAugust 12, 2014 at 12:10 AM

    I wanted to write Good One and wanted to Go away But there is something strange with this post.,Meaningful indeed!

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  6. RamyaAugust 12, 2014 at 5:19 AM

    Hmm all I can say is did u write this keeping me in mind :D I know we dont know personally but how true I could see myself in everyline here

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:39 PM

      I think we all can relate to it. We seek solace in virtual world and often end up getting restless because of it.

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  7. BikramAugust 12, 2014 at 6:30 AM

    saru the picture above has brought some memories my house back home has the trees right at the gate and what a lovely view it would be , as the trees would be in full bloom red and yello ..

    and the poem .. it made me a bit sad too.. the facade people play of being friends in this internet world..

    Bikram's

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:40 PM

      True, you escaped it and that's really good for you.

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  8. Vidya SuryAugust 12, 2014 at 10:47 AM

    So beautiful Saru! The photo and the poem - enchanting!

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  9. Corinne RodriguesAugust 12, 2014 at 10:51 AM

    Standing up and applauding, Saru! Sadly, this is so true of many.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:40 PM

      Thank you so much. Sadly, it's true for many of us.

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  10. ShaiviAugust 12, 2014 at 12:07 PM

    Beautiful Saru! I always love the way u express such deeper meanings effortlessly!

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:41 PM

      Elated! Such comments make my day. Thanks Shaivi.

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  11. K.A. AcharyaAugust 12, 2014 at 1:10 PM

    Enchanting poem Saru, such a sad truth. At least she gave up the facade.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:45 PM

      Hope others understand this. Thanks for reading, Kiran.

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  12. a gal in cityAugust 12, 2014 at 1:27 PM

    wonderful poem...
    it reminded me my school days
    really awesome....

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  13. AathiraAugust 12, 2014 at 3:05 PM

    Brilliant. I could relate to this poem that you have penned beautifully. How often we are filled with regret, a yearning for a second chance... But life goes on.

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  14. Amrit SinhaAugust 12, 2014 at 3:10 PM

    Sometimes I feel that poetry came into being so that someday Saru Singhal can weave her magic through it :-)

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:49 PM

      Now, that's over generous Amrit. I wonder whether I deserve it...

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  15. Beloo MehraAugust 12, 2014 at 9:06 PM

    Brilliant! I value the compassionate tone of this sensitive piece.

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  16. Cloud NineAugust 12, 2014 at 10:45 PM

    Well written, Saru! Not many will be ready to give up that facade...

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  17. sushmithaAugust 13, 2014 at 4:02 AM

    Lovely words, well written Saru !! Soulful

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  18. Rahul BhatiaAugust 13, 2014 at 6:03 AM

    Loneliness engulfs once the mirror of facade breaks! Virtual world can never replace the real one, Saru!

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  19. UnknownAugust 13, 2014 at 9:04 AM

    We are all guilty of this in one way or the other. We do post pics and we do make fast friends virtually....sometimes those friendships stand the tests of time and prove to be a true one than many real relationships/friendships.

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  20. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 13, 2014 at 10:12 AM

    Grief, pain, struggle and the release - loved it. That's how life actually is.

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  21. UnknownAugust 13, 2014 at 10:41 AM

    May be i saw it from a very different angle I interpreted the poem as a woman with virtual identity and loses touch to the real world...thus resulted in loneliness. Beautifully penned.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:53 PM

      I think every piece is open to many interpretations and I think you take is right. Thanks for reading.

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  22. Ankur AnandAugust 13, 2014 at 3:34 PM

    life ! beautifully described !

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  23. AnonymousAugust 14, 2014 at 1:02 AM

    Absolutely liked it....

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  24. A Homemaker's UtopiaAugust 14, 2014 at 1:10 AM

    Beautiful poem Saru :)

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  25. M S MahawarAugust 14, 2014 at 1:28 AM

    Lovely words..

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  26. http://joshidaniel.com/August 14, 2014 at 2:54 AM

    meaningful one :)

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  27. ManiparnaAugust 14, 2014 at 2:54 AM

    A bit sad but there lies your excellence...:-)..nicely written Saru..

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  28. AnonymousAugust 14, 2014 at 3:31 AM

    She never hid herself again behind virtual walls...
    So true... We often crave for the virtual pats on back and comments that lift up our spirits.. But do they.. Really?
    One smile from a stranger (face to face ofcorse) means a lot more to me than thousand smileys from my virtual friends.
    Beautifully written..

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 4:56 PM

      Anything face to face lifts its value manifolds and honestly, I sometimes doubt the authenticity of virtual compliment.

      Thanks for reading.

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  29. Datta GhoshAugust 14, 2014 at 3:57 AM

    Victim in her own fiction,...made me remember "Prisoners of our own device" from Eagle's Hotel California. True how much we live in delusion thanks to the virtual "www".

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  30. RamakrishnanAugust 14, 2014 at 5:45 AM

    Well composed, meaningful !

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  31. UppalAugust 14, 2014 at 7:11 AM

    LIFE'S KNOTS FURTHER TIGHTENED!

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  32. Red HandedAugust 14, 2014 at 8:15 AM

    This left me with an eery feeling....of regret, sadness and then ultimate revelation.
    This was brilliant.
    You are brilliant.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 5:00 PM

      This comment is definitely a happy one, cheers me like never before. Thanks Red!

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  33. i b aroraAugust 14, 2014 at 9:20 AM

    you have a way with words, real good

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  34. AnonymousAugust 15, 2014 at 3:01 AM

    Brilliant! Sometimes we let those walls get in the way...

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  35. Uma AnandaneAugust 15, 2014 at 1:33 PM

    I see a different write up here than your usual ones. Guess there is some message hidden there which I fail to understand but...yes, you have your own way with words and keep them writing :)

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  36. Writefully YoursAugust 16, 2014 at 1:47 PM

    Ah! Beautiful post. The posing and posting is a subtle satire on our social networking life. We go to beautiful places for a photo and a check in but never really enjoy the nature. At the end of the day, beyond the cameras and the flashlights, it's gonna be the Mother Nature, taking us in her shelter.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 5:06 PM

      Right and still, we think we can capture it. We must enjoy things before clicking a shot. A memory lasts longer.

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  37. tks316August 17, 2014 at 4:21 AM

    The idyll that we all crave for in our lives. It's right there in front of us, but our temerity makes it seem otherwise. Brilliant composition, yet again. :)

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 5:07 PM

      We look for things in wrong places. Thanks for a lovely comment.

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  38. JennyAugust 18, 2014 at 1:28 AM

    I wish she would touch the gulmohar tree one last time though. That's the closest she can get to reality. We all go through it, the virtual fake world, but we all come around! The latest post, I cant view anything Saru!

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 5:11 PM

      We all do but many still prefer to live close to that fake world. Sadly, though.

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  39. PriyashiAugust 18, 2014 at 3:50 AM

    Very well written Saru.... Loved it...:)

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  40. RachnaAugust 18, 2014 at 4:05 AM

    Saru, the words are haunting. I understood about this virtual being who was used to the applause in her virtual world which she artificially created. But one day she loses it all? Then what happens? I did not get the connection with the gulmohar tree.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 5:16 PM

      She understands and she shuns the facade. Gulmohar tree is just a poetic touch to show an example. She posed in front of it, never enjoyed its beauty. Later when she accepts the real world, she sits under it and weeps.

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  41. Deepa GopalAugust 18, 2014 at 9:46 AM

    Lovely, meaningful and sad!

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  42. Saru SinghalAugust 18, 2014 at 5:10 PM

    Actually it's about trying to find life in your virtual existence and running away from real life. Read 3rd and 4th verse, she posed in front of a tree but never enjoyed its beauty and when she understood, she found herself embracing the reality. I hope it's clear now.

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  43. AnonymousAugust 23, 2014 at 5:40 AM

    Virtual world, loneliness, and then the realization breaking away the facade.
    No shape so true, no truth so false.
    She never hid herself again behind virtual walls.
    Beautifully penned :)

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 23, 2014 at 11:16 AM

      Virtual world should only be an escape not your reality. Sadly, we are forgetting that. Finding solace in wrong places.

      Thanks for reading.

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  44. Kokila guptaSeptember 2, 2014 at 1:37 PM

    Nicely written and burning relevant .... virtual world is just another dimension of our multifaceted personalities... another medium of expression and connection... its a medium not the goal .... the goal is to Live LIFE ... Alas we have made Life a medium to score highest goal in virtual world ...

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    1. Saru SinghalSeptember 2, 2014 at 2:39 PM

      So true. Alas, we don't even want to know where we are wrong.

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  45. Dreaming Wanderer. www.tonightidream-iwander.blogspot.comJuly 7, 2015 at 1:04 AM

    We all can relate to this in this age of FB. Freedom from this rush n facade of virtual life.. Ah.. Such bliss.. :) very well rhymed n expressed.

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    1. Saru SinghalJuly 10, 2015 at 7:21 AM

      Social media has corrupted us and made us more unreal. And sadly so...

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  46. Vishal BheerooDecember 15, 2015 at 9:28 AM

    Absolutely true, the small joy and I wonder whether today's gadget savvy kids are not missing something precious and so beautiful.

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 17, 2015 at 6:26 PM

      They are. In fact we all are. Side effects of well connected world.

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