This poem reflects life as an unfinished manuscript—filled with joy, pain, silence, and meaning. It speaks to the idea that we are not here to perfect life, but to experience it fully, moment by moment, and remain present within its unfolding pages.
# A Life Never Repeated #
I walk through life
like it’s a page half-written—
ink smudged with laughter,
corners folded with pain.
Some days I underline joy
so hard it almost tears the paper.
Other days, I just stare
at the blank spaces
and call it breathing.
Sometimes, I collect moments
like small stones in my pocket—
some warm, some heavy,
all quietly shaping my walk.
Between what I lose
and what I find,
I keep writing anyway—
not to finish the story,
but to stay inside it.
Because this beautiful life…
this fragile, unrepeatable spark—
is the only draft I will ever get.
Yes, this life will never come again. ❤️
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com
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very nice .
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Thank you so much.
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A great description of life. It is indeed all ours, the joy, the tears, the silence, the noise. Some think life should always be exciting, but that is not the case. I like to describe life as a walk down a path that takes you somewhere. But, unless you look back, you never know how far or where you have come from. Happy Sunday. Allan
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Thank you, Allan—this is beautifully put.
I really like your image of life as a path. There’s something grounding in that idea… that we’re always moving forward, even when it doesn’t feel dramatic or exciting. And you’re right—only when we pause and look back do we realize the distance we’ve covered and the growth that quietly happened along the way.
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This is so beautiful. 😀 well put
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Thank you so much 😊
I’m really glad it resonated with you. Sometimes the simplest thoughts carry the most meaning, don’t they?
Appreciate you taking a moment to share this 🙏✨
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So true, Verma. We only live once as they say. We will live it. Lovely poem.
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That’s a beautiful way to put it.
There’s something quietly powerful in that line—“We will live it.” Not just as a statement, but as a decision. A reminder that life isn’t something to over-hesitate on; it’s something to step into, fully and honestly, even with its uncertainties.
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we are not just the authors of our stories, but also the readers discovering the plot as it unfolds. Every erased line and every ink-stained page serves a purpose, reminding us that perfection is not the goal—authenticity is. Even in the chapters that feel empty or silent, the ink of our experiences is preparing us for a revelation that has yet to be written. 🌿🕊️🙏
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That’s a really grounded way of looking at it.
I like the shift you make—from control to discovery. We often talk about “writing our story” as if we’re fully in charge, but the truth is, we’re also interpreting it as we go, sometimes only understanding a chapter long after it’s passed.
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This is beautifully honest.
That image of underlining joy so hard it almost tears the page… and then just sitting with blank spaces… that felt very real.
Also the idea of not finishing the story but staying inside it… that shift is powerful.
You write in a way that people quietly see themselves in it.
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Thank you so much for reading it so deeply.
That line about underlining joy—it came from those moments when happiness feels so intense you almost fear losing it, so you try to hold on a little tighter than you should. And the blank spaces… they’re just as real, aren’t they? Sometimes they say more than the words we try to force.
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Beautiful poem. Life never repeated is good one to say how life passes.
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Thank you so much for your kind appreciation. 🤍
I’m really glad the poem resonated with you. “Life never repeated” is such a simple truth, yet it carries so much depth—every moment moves forward only once, and that’s what makes it both fragile and precious.
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