I set myself free

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an old page fell out
I unfolded and opened a world filled with you
initials carved on college desk
a bunch of promises that are long overdue

soaked clothes in august rain
lust peeking through white
a meter-less sonnet inked for you
and a cold reaction for a poet's delight

folding it back the woman in me chuckled
the young girl adjusted her hair
knowing too well between strokes
you would have never cared

though I  folded the page back
your fragments remained with me
take all that you left behind - I screamed
let me be free

twenties is a wicked time
you fly and think you can soar
thirties is no less either
these tidbits are hard to ignore

I unfolded the page again
made a paper plane with words out
threw in your direction
from where you once come unannounced

with a flick and some wind
yesterday I embraced the woman in me
with that paper plane flew my remaining hopes
but I set myself free

p.s. - posting a poem after a gap of 3.5 months
image source - here

Comments

  1. RachnaFebruary 7, 2016 at 10:45 PM

    Really a lovely verse!

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  2. RekhaFebruary 7, 2016 at 10:48 PM


    How beautiful! I especially loved the fifth stanza comparing the twenties and the thirties.

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  3. UnknownFebruary 7, 2016 at 11:29 PM

    This is mesmerizing verse... loved every bit of it, especially the lines "soaked clothes in august rain
    lust peeking through white
    a meter-less sonnet inked for you
    and a cold reaction for a poet's delight"... it has an intense meaning! <3

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 7, 2016 at 11:36 PM

    Fabulous poem!

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  5. M S MahawarFebruary 7, 2016 at 11:50 PM

    Lovely :)

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  6. Tina AcharyaFebruary 7, 2016 at 11:51 PM

    Simply fantastic Saru...really wonderful!!!

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  7. Tina AcharyaFebruary 7, 2016 at 11:58 PM

    its not easy to erase some Memories You know
    Even if You Burn them in the campfire in your heart
    As the Ashes would haunt you again
    The Reminiscences becomes more vivid than in the past

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  8. Yogi SaraswatFebruary 8, 2016 at 1:57 AM

    though I folded the page back
    your fragments remained with me
    take all that you left behind - I screamed
    let me be free
    your words looks like mine every time Saru ji . one can relate easily with your words .

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  9. ArtiFebruary 8, 2016 at 2:30 AM

    So beautiful!

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  10. Ravish ManiFebruary 8, 2016 at 4:27 AM

    Wow! Very lovely. It brings mysterious smile on my face. :)

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  11. VinithaFebruary 8, 2016 at 6:44 AM

    Beautifully penned, Saru! I especially loved those flashback lines. :)

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  12. UnknownFebruary 8, 2016 at 7:03 AM

    Celebrating womanhood! Absolutely beautiful Saru.

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  13. Anjali SengarFebruary 8, 2016 at 7:43 AM

    Beautifully penned Saru.. These four lines:
    twenties is a wicked time
    you fly and think you can soar
    thirties is no less either
    these tidbits are hard to ignore

    shows truth of every woman's life :)

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  14. ParulFebruary 8, 2016 at 7:54 AM

    Beautiful. Very well written and so many emotions you have poured out.

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  15. sunaina sharmaFebruary 8, 2016 at 8:14 AM

    a paper plane, a poet, and freedom....what bliss....!

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  16. Arpita DashFebruary 8, 2016 at 8:24 AM

    Mesmerizingly beautiful Saru, it has touched my soul. Always loved your poems... :)

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  17. www.lifepartneracademy.comFebruary 8, 2016 at 9:18 AM

    Very beautifully penned poem Saru.

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  18. Dr. Priyanka Shanbhag ShroffFebruary 8, 2016 at 9:32 AM

    Powerful.

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  19. RajFebruary 8, 2016 at 11:16 AM

    Your words are brimming with unbelievable depth, beauty and soul. They send you into a beautiful trance that you don't want to leave. Absolutely loved it.

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    1. Saru SinghalMarch 1, 2016 at 2:31 PM

      That's very kind of you, Raj. Thanks for a lovely compliment.

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  20. D.NambiarFebruary 8, 2016 at 12:09 PM

    It funny how so much can spill out of a little piece of paper. That is just what you should do to memories that bog you down - make a paper plane and fly it into oblivion.

    Nice job, Saru.

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  21. Cloud NineFebruary 8, 2016 at 2:11 PM

    So beautiful and poignant, Saru. May be you should write poems often.

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    1. Ajay PaiFebruary 13, 2016 at 12:30 PM

      Arre kitni baar bola hai inhe.

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    2. Saru SinghalMarch 7, 2016 at 10:12 AM

      @Cloud Nine - I will, for sure. Thanks for a beautiful compliment.

      @Ajay - I will keep your words in mind. Thanks!

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  22. Jyotsna BhatiaFebruary 8, 2016 at 2:56 PM

    One of the best work of yours. Just beautiful :)

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  23. Purba chakrabortyFebruary 8, 2016 at 4:22 PM

    Wow! I got lost in the poem. It's mesmerizing :)

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  24. Ami BhatFebruary 9, 2016 at 1:34 AM

    Lovely words. Yes, Memories dont fade.

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  25. CifarFebruary 9, 2016 at 2:41 AM

    fabulous composition depicting wait which never ended

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  26. Amit AgarwalFebruary 9, 2016 at 4:47 AM

    Fabulous! Splendid!!

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  27. Ankita February 9, 2016 at 9:02 AM

    what a lovely poem and it beautifully reflects that piquant feeling. loved it :)

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  28. swatiFebruary 9, 2016 at 11:43 AM

    I think everyone must have crossed this bridge at one point in their lives... You have once again beautifully depicted those emotions... Indeed it has set me free :):)

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    1. Saru SinghalMarch 7, 2016 at 10:13 AM

      We all have, but only a few have the courage to admit it.

      Thanks for gracing this blog with your presence. <3

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  29. Jayashree SrivatsanFebruary 9, 2016 at 10:43 PM

    Beautiful as always

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  30. Ranjana's craft blogFebruary 10, 2016 at 1:10 AM

    Lovely! the memories! and loved the idea of setting free!

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    1. Saru SinghalMarch 7, 2016 at 10:23 AM

      Setting yourself free is a better idea. Thanks for reading, Ranjana.

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  31. Devilish AngelFebruary 10, 2016 at 1:34 AM

    Expressed well...

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  32. joshi danielFebruary 10, 2016 at 4:52 AM

    wonderful :)

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  33. Arun KoundinyaFebruary 11, 2016 at 10:17 AM

    After a long time i read a lovely poem. Keep it up.

    Thanks for writing.

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  34. mere vichar ek khuli kitabFebruary 12, 2016 at 6:22 AM

    Beautifully penned Saru. I read it several times.

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  35. Ajay PaiFebruary 13, 2016 at 12:29 PM

    Unsure what to comment. With such ease the poem is written, bravo. I felt as if reading a poem written by a teenager.

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  36. Gracy JayarajFebruary 17, 2016 at 2:51 AM

    I visited your page for the first time through IndiBlogger. Amazingly written. Although I am still in my 20ies but could still relate it to my life. Amazing.
    I am sure I'll be following you hereafter!! Cheers!!

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    1. Saru SinghalMarch 7, 2016 at 10:39 AM

      Welcome here, Gracy. Thanks for your beautiful comment.

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  37. Dreaming Wanderer. www.tonightidream-iwander.blogspot.comMay 15, 2016 at 9:48 AM

    This is beautiful Saru.. There's so much naive-ness and power in young love.. Its hard to forget. Beautifully written once again..

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