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.
Unanswered questions
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Finding the Alchemist 
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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