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Inhumed in Rumi and You

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Old unread books
Tucked far away in the wooden cabinet
Dust piled up like memories
I tied my hair
Assimilated the fragments of courage -
From our shiny past
And stepped towards it
I opened it and picked your favorite
You recited Rumi's poetry from it
While I stared at your expression
My head on your chest
Ceiling fan blowing our cotton curtains
Every Sunday ended as a chapter of my book
That book celebrates neither you, nor me
It holds the sand that passed through the hourglass
And turned into gold
After your left 'forever'
I treasured that gold
Left these books unattended
Today as I held your favorite book
It mocked me
It is buried under the dust
And, I am still covered in the earth
That blew after I buried you

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  1. Maya VardeMay 30, 2016 at 12:45 PM

    Beautiful ! Loved it !!

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  2. Writefully YoursMay 30, 2016 at 6:42 PM

    Wow! Brilliant n beautiful :). "It holds the sand that passed through the hourglass" :)

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  3. Ranjana's craft blogMay 31, 2016 at 1:07 AM

    Enchanting years passed! Nicely written!

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  4. AnonymousMay 31, 2016 at 3:08 AM

    Beautifully written and so deep !

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  5. CifarMay 31, 2016 at 3:25 AM

    magical poem, beautifully written

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  6. Tarang SinhaMay 31, 2016 at 10:12 AM

    "It holds the sand that passed through the hourglass
    And turned into gold" Profound! Such a beautiful composition, Saru!

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  7. Stuti DhyaniMay 31, 2016 at 1:43 PM

    WHat a profound thought!

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  8. Vishal BheerooJune 1, 2016 at 1:35 AM

    Beautiful words..holy grain of truth spelled with so much power and emotions. I love his quotes:)

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  9. Rahul BhatiaJune 1, 2016 at 1:50 AM

    That was a beautiful composition Saru, touching the harsh reality of life!

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  10. Chaitali BhattacharjeeJune 1, 2016 at 10:00 AM

    That's a wondrous tribute to a legend.

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  11. UnknownJune 1, 2016 at 10:50 AM

    What a heart-wrenching verse... loved the emotions encapsulated in it <3

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  12. RakeshJune 1, 2016 at 10:58 AM

    You have a way with words! Loved it!

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  13. Sabyasachi PatraJune 1, 2016 at 11:32 AM

    Beautiful as ever.

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  14. UnknownJune 1, 2016 at 2:35 PM

    Beautiful:-)

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  15. Jyotirmoy SarkarJune 1, 2016 at 9:29 PM

    wow !!!! amazing.

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  16. M S MahawarJune 1, 2016 at 10:21 PM

    very Beautiful!

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  17. i b aroraJune 1, 2016 at 11:19 PM

    great writing

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  18. UnknownJune 2, 2016 at 3:58 AM

    Lovely written...

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  19. Yogi SaraswatJune 2, 2016 at 4:15 AM

    Beautifully written !!

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  20. ekullumanaliJune 2, 2016 at 4:16 AM

    very nice.

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  21. UnknownJune 2, 2016 at 9:17 AM

    Wonderful.....

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  22. AnonymousJune 2, 2016 at 11:33 AM

    Beautiful!

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  23. Roma Gupta SinhaJune 2, 2016 at 10:06 PM

    Impeccable, it touched the right chords of the heart <3

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  24. Dipanwita ChakrabortyJune 3, 2016 at 3:17 AM

    Plaintive yet beautiful. It's like nudging the already healed wound.

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  25. AnonymousJune 4, 2016 at 5:39 AM

    So lovely words

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  26. divsiJune 6, 2016 at 2:58 AM

    Soulful. Thats all I can say. Mocking memories, personified things.

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  27. संजय भास्‍कर June 11, 2016 at 8:03 AM

    Beautiful Lovely written...
    Recent Post शब्दों की मुस्कराहट पर कुछ अधूरी सी कवितायेँ पुरानी डायरी के पन्ने:)

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  28. AnonymousJune 20, 2016 at 10:08 PM

    wonderful syahee.com.. Rumi is my favorite

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  29. Durga Prasad DashJune 24, 2016 at 10:51 PM

    Reading this poem stirs inexplicable emotions. Great.

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  30. Saru SinghalJuly 6, 2016 at 10:57 AM

    @Everyone - Thank you so much for reading :)

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  31. UnknownJune 11, 2017 at 12:42 AM

    profound............ love it.

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