This poem reflects a quiet conversation between me and the simple objects that have silently accompanied me through the years—an old table, a chair, a few books, and countless thoughts.
Through these ordinary things, the poem touches on time, absence, memory, and the fear of one day leaving everything behind. Yet beneath the sadness, it gently reminds us to live fully in the present, because tomorrow is never promised.
My Old Table
My old table waits again tonight,
holding books, loose pages,
and the tired weight of my thoughts.
This chair has known me for years—
my silences, my unfinished dreams,
the nights when words were
my only companions.
Then suddenly, I wondered…
One day this table will remain,
but I will not.
The books will disappear,
the chair will sit empty,
and silence will slowly
cover this little corner of life.
For a moment,
the future frightened me.
But the old table seemed to whisper,
“Why fear tomorrow
when today is still yours?”
So I touched the worn wood gently
and smiled.
Life is brief,
like ink fading from paper.
Still, while the lamp is glowing,
while the heart is breathing,
let us live fully.
“Kal kisne dekha hai…”
So live today
like it is the last golden page
of a beautiful unfinished book.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com
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very nice .
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Thank you so much.
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Such deep thoughts, featuring our overlooked belongings– Table, chair, books and so many other things, we use everyday. They are important part of our lives and it’s true that they will remain, while we leave this World.
Agree with your thoughts that, why worry now.
The present is still ours—.
Beautiful and thoughtful poem.
Thank you for sharing.
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A beautifully reflective poem, Vijay ji.
Through the simple imagery of an old table and chair, you have captured life’s deepest truths impermanence, memory, and the wisdom of living in the present. The closing thought, “Kal kisne dekha hai…”, leaves a lasting impact. 🌹🙏
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What a tender and thoughtful poem Verma ji. 🌼
I loved how the old table becomes more than just furniture it feels like a silent friend, a witness to years of dreams, struggles, and quiet moments. The shift from fearing the future to embracing the present is beautifully done, and the line “Why fear tomorrow when today is still yours?” carries such gentle wisdom. The ending leaves a warm reminder to cherish the pages we are writing now, rather than worrying about the last one. A simple poem, yet deeply moving. 💛📖✨
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Verma ji, this poem touched me deeply. The way you’ve woven quiet companionship, the ache of impermanence, and the gentle wisdom of a simple table into a meditation on life is truly beautiful. Lines like “Why fear tomorrow when today is still yours?” and “live today like it is the last golden page of a beautiful unfinished book” stay with the reader long after the poem ends. You’ve turned ordinary objects into mirrors of the soul. Thank you for this reminder to breathe fully into the present. 🙏
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