Bookmarked - The 'Way' and 'Why' I Write

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I keep...
Some idle words,
Few hollow lines,
By my bedside.

Half past midnight,
I write some more.
While a few smile at me,
Standing by my door.

Puzzled with this random rush,
I search for meaning within.
I adopt the simple versions,
The ones that touch my skin.

I flip the chapters of my life,
My life looks like an ashtray.
I puffed every bit of it,
But I sing it as a ballet.

I write...I will continue to...
Everyday shaping my endeavor.
With words I'm immortal,
In them...I will live forever and ever.

This is an old poem. Reposting as it reminds me of simpler times. Also, I've been writing daily for over 76 weeks now. I find peace of mind in written words.

Comments

  1. anindyaJanuary 30, 2017 at 8:42 PM

    love the spirit and keep writing

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  2. rupam sarmaJanuary 31, 2017 at 4:21 AM

    Great to read

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  3. Saumy NagayachJanuary 31, 2017 at 1:18 PM

    And your love for words reflects in your writings. I like the calmness in the poem. Your camaraderie with words is quite evident and amazing. Keep writing, Saru! You're awesome at it! :)

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    1. Saru SinghalJanuary 31, 2017 at 1:50 PM

      Thank you so much, Saumy. Your comment is very kind and generous 😊

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  4. Anamika AgnihotriFebruary 1, 2017 at 12:10 AM

    Beautiful. With words I am immortal, in them I live forever and ever...Loved this line the most.

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 1, 2017 at 1:13 PM

      That's my favorite too.

      Thanks for reading, Anamika :)

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  5. दिगम्बर नासवाFebruary 1, 2017 at 10:05 AM

    शब्द सदा जीवित रहते हैं ... कालजयी होते हैं रह जाते हैं इस भ्रह्मांड में ...
    और शब्द माँ सरस्वती की कृपा से ही मिलते हैं ... बसंत पंचमी की हार्दिक बधाई ...

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 1, 2017 at 1:20 PM

      Sahi kaha aapne.

      Aapko bhi Basant Panchami ki shubhkamnaye.

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  6. Purba chakrabortyFebruary 2, 2017 at 2:41 PM

    Beautiful poem. Loved the last two lines :)

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  7. MansiFebruary 3, 2017 at 12:54 AM

    And you are born for it. You make words more meaningful.

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  8. upasnaFebruary 3, 2017 at 4:25 AM

    Writing daily for over 76 weeks...wonderful. I write daily but not share worthy. You are born with the urge to write Saru. Your words reflect it.

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 28, 2017 at 10:38 AM

      Humbled. I guess writing helps to nurture and polish the craft. You must share your work.

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  9. Renu VyasFebruary 3, 2017 at 7:01 AM

    Writing is so cathartic and you write so beautifully too..keep writing Saru :)

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  10. Vishal BheerooFebruary 4, 2017 at 12:19 AM

    Every word is weaved with power expression, aptly describing the love for reading and writing:)

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  11. UnknownFebruary 4, 2017 at 12:40 AM

    Beautiful poem. I can clearly make out your passion for writing through this poem, just like me :D

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  12. Rahul BhatiaFebruary 4, 2017 at 2:02 AM

    Words are coined like wealth, to be treasured:)

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  13. RajFebruary 4, 2017 at 5:25 PM

    Ohh... the beauty of "how" you write! Simply mesmerizing! Words get new meanings when they get expressed by you. :) You and words: it is one breathtaking dance.

    P.S: It is soo awesome that you have been writing daily. I wish I could do that.

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 28, 2017 at 11:01 AM

      You are always generous. I am not sure whether I deserve this much appreciation. Thanks a ton for motivating me with your words, Raj.

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  14. UnknownFebruary 5, 2017 at 11:22 AM

    Great write up... Only a writer can understand the spirit behind writing... excellent work... :-)

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  15. D.NambiarFebruary 8, 2017 at 2:22 PM

    Oh yeah! Your words will keep you alive forever. Keep at it.
    I hope you guys are doing well. :)

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  16. UnknownFebruary 14, 2017 at 1:18 AM

    Your words will keep you alive and us, livelier. Yes, words are just like home.

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