This poem gently reflects on the shift from a carefree, light-hearted life to one shaped by responsibilities and quiet burdens.
It captures the subtle realization that while life may feel heavier now, the simplicity and joy we once knew still exist within us—waiting to be felt again in fleeting moments.
# Somewhere Within #
There was a time
when life felt light—
when laughter came easy
and stayed a while.
We didn’t carry much then,
no heavy thoughts,
no quiet fears—
just moments as they were.
Somewhere along the way,
we learned to hold more
than we needed to.
But sometimes,
in a sudden smile
or a passing memory,
it returns—
that lighter life,
still living quietly
somewhere within.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com
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Retiredकलम 
The change from care free to responsibility is well told in your poem. If we knew what was coming in our youth, we would lose the chance to be carefree. Carefree moments are fewer in maturity and we usually have work to make them happen. Happy Sunday. Allan
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life may feel heavier now, the simplicity and joy we once knew still exist within us—waiting to be felt again in fleeting moments
And there in lies the poem
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This feels like a quiet conversation with the self…
So gently written, yet it carries the weight of something deeply familiar.🤍✨
The way you’ve captured that shift from lightness to layered living is so real. And that last thought… “still living quietly somewhere within” it lingers. It reassures, almost like a soft reminder that we haven’t really lost anything, just tucked it away for a while.✨
Beautiful, tender, and deeply comforting Verma ji🤍✨
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This is beautiful, Verma ji. You’ve captured something so universal with such gentle honesty. That “lighter life” you speak of—it really does live quietly within, waiting. Thank you for this.🤝🌷
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Beautiful poem Verma! Your words carry a quiet nostalgia that tugs on my heart. What you said is very true—as we get older those simple times fade away and transform into beautiful memories. A bitter sweet paradox as we grow old;the hardships we face now might look like bliss in five years. Odd how that works. Life is mysterious yet beautiful and you captured that little paradox so perfectly in your poem!
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