
This poem is a gentle exploration of memory and self-discovery. It focuses on experiences that define a life—the joy of first love, the sorrow of saying goodbye, the heaviness of hidden struggles, and the lessons learned with time.
Through writing, the speaker seeks not fame, but the bravery to understand himself. It reminds us that each honest word helps reveal who we really are.
# Before the Ink Runs Dry #
Before the ink runs dry,
I want to write the life
I never had the courage to speak.
The wrinkles on my face
Are not signs of growing old;
They are chapters
Written by time itself.
I want to gather forgotten days,
Hold them close once more—
The first hello,
The last goodbye,
And every heartbeat in between.
I want to write
Of love that stayed,
And love that quietly walked away.
Of dreams I carried,
And burdens I never shared.
Perhaps every poem
Is only a conversation
With the person we used to be.
So, Lord,
Let my pen remain honest.
Give my silence a voice,
My memories a home,
And my heart the strength
To tell its story.
If I can understand myself
Through these simple words,
Then every page I leave behind
Will have been worth writing.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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Love, understanding and getting older is beautifully expressed in this poem. I do a similar prayer in the morning. Really enjoyed this.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful words. I’m truly touched that the poem resonated with you. It means a great deal to know that its reflections on love, understanding, and growing older connected with your own morning prayer.
There’s something deeply comforting about beginning the day with gratitude and quiet reflection. Thank you for sharing that with me, and I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem.
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Verma ji,
What a profoundly moving piece. The opening line, “Before the ink runs dry,” immediately pulls the reader into a sense of beautiful urgency—a reminder that our stories are not infinite and must be told while we still have the courage.
I was especially struck by the line: “The wrinkles on my face / Are not signs of growing old; / They are chapters / Written by time itself.” What a powerful and tender reframing of aging. You’ve turned what many see as wear into wisdom, and that is the mark of a true poet.
The entire poem hums with quiet bravery. It’s not about grand declarations, but about the gentle act of holding forgotten days close, of giving silence a voice, and of understanding that self-honesty is the greatest legacy we can leave. The final stanza, where you find the courage to simply want to understand yourself through these simple words, is deeply humbling.
Thank you for sharing this gift. It reminds us that every honest word we put on paper is a step toward the person we are meant to become. May your ink never truly run dry.
With respect and gratitude.
Srikanth
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Thank you so much for your generous and heartfelt reflection. I’m truly humbled by your thoughtful reading of the poem.
Knowing that its quiet emotions and reflections resonated with you is the greatest encouragement a writer can receive. Your kind words mean more than I can express.
Thank you for reading with such care, and for your beautiful wishes. They will stay with me as I continue to write.
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very nice .
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Thank you so much.
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I went on a short bike ride yesterday and bought a journal. My wife said you already have 100 journals.
I replied
One hundred and One.
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😂 That’s the perfect reply!
A true writer knows there’s no such thing as too many journals—only unwritten pages waiting for new ideas. May Journal No. 101 be filled with fresh thoughts, wonderful stories, and unforgettable moments. Happy writing! 📖✍️😊
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Lovely, Vijay. And I agree with Mark and yourself … we need those journals/notebooks
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Thank you so much! 😊
I’m glad you agree. There always seems to be another thought to capture, another memory to preserve.
That’s why I believe there’s always room for one more journal! Wishing you many happy moments of writing and inspiration.
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My husband says I could open up 2 stationery shops to sell them 🤣 i find when I go exploring i buy notebooks, pens, pencils as momentos of places i visit. Maybe i don’t need to take so many to Spain after all 😂
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😂 That gave me a good laugh! Your husband may have a point—you really could stock a couple of stationery shops! But I completely understand. Notebooks, pens, and pencils make wonderful souvenirs because each one carries a memory of the place where it was found.
Perhaps you don’t need to pack too many for Spain—you’ll want to leave plenty of room in your suitcase for the irresistible stationery treasures you’re bound to discover there! 😊 Wishing you a fantastic trip filled with beautiful memories… and just the right number of new notebooks!
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Thanks. No doubt you’ll read all about it
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I’m sure I will, and I’m really looking forward to it! 😊
I’ll be following your Spanish adventure through your wonderful photos, stories, and, of course, any stationery treasures you discover along the way. Wishing you an amazing trip filled with unforgettable experiences. Have a fantastic time, and happy travels
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A tender poetic reflection that explores memory and self-discovery, weaving together moments of joy, sorrow, and lived experience that shape a person’s identity over time.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful and beautiful reflection.
I’m truly touched that you found the poem to be a journey through memory and self-discovery.
I wanted to capture how our moments of joy and sorrow quietly shape who we become, often revealing their meaning only with time.
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