Looking into the mirror,
Questioning the life in it.
I saw a stranger,
Who stares back with answers.
It shot out so many,
That I could not pick the right one.
It’s eyes swelling up,
It was not my fault,
It never was my fault.
Looking into the mirror,
Questioning the life in it.
I saw a stranger,
Who stares back with answers.
It shot out so many,
That I could not pick the right one.
It’s eyes swelling up,
It was not my fault,
It never was my fault.
The irony …is bitterly soulful and best. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thank you, regards from kerala 🙂
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Beautiful written. While most of us tend to question life outwards, if we turn inward there is only one voice.
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Thank you, if we could just spend time to listen to ourselves and stop overthinking, we would realise not many problems don’t even qualify as a problem.
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Very nice
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Thank you
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Beautiful poem expressed in few words.
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Thank you, Ishaan
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You revealed the narrator’s struggles with ‘Self’ in a few words, well done.
Your use of imagery is fantastic! I felt my chest tightening as I read the piece… for a moment, I was the stranger in the mirror.
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Thank you very much for your comment, I am really pleased to know that you enjoyed it.
Have a great day 🙂
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I guess we are our worst enemy…Amazingly written!! You’ve expressed something so profound in just a few words…
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Thank you so much. yes, we are our worst enemy and fighting it feels like eternity.
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