
A playful and intimate glimpse into a library where books are alive—teasing, flirting, and holding secrets. “Books on Dusty Self” explores memory, curiosity, and the quiet courage it takes to confront the stories waiting for us in the dust.
# Books on Dusty Self #
Dust settles like applause.
Spines lean, smirking.
Pages whisper secrets
they’ve hoarded for decades.
I want to reach them,
but the books sigh,
flirt, shuffle themselves,
teasing my memory
with truths I thought buried.
Dusty self is not forgotten—
just waiting
for someone brave enough
to brush away the dust
and really listen.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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Lovely poem Verma! You captured the wonder of old books.
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Thank you so much for your appreciation.
I am happy that this poem resonate with you.
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very nice .
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Thank you so much.
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Some things beautiful are waiting to be discovered by someone. Wonderful poem, Verma
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Thank you so much for your kind words 😊
Yes, I truly believe that—there’s always something beautiful waiting to be discovered, often in the quietest corners. I’m glad the poem resonated with you 🙏
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My pleasure, Verma
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Lovely poem, sir.
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Thank you so much,
Your words mean a lot.
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My pleasure.
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Stay happy and keep sharing.
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Beneath the dust some dreams can still awaken. Thank you for your words and wisdom always, Sir V.
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