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It’s been a long time now
I think, sitting beside the window
Feeling low
Trust me, it’s not a show.

Has everyone left me alone?
Or is it that I chose to be alone?
Why is my life so curled?
Where are my feelings blown?

I stood, and went to the mirror
To see myself so clear
But it looked there was an error
And here comes a dropp of tear.

Smiling and laughing with everyone,
I am hiding behind myself
Wishing and blessing
Am I fighting with my own self?

I wonder, are my feelings compressed?
I am confused, I confess
But, there is no one to clear this fuss
There is nothing in this world that I can access
There is no way my feelings can be expressed.


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Submitted: Friday, November 18, 2011
Edited: Friday, December 09, 2011


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  • Sharad Juneja (4/20/2012 6:36:00 AM)

    Amazing Jinal...really amazing

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  • Siyabonga a Nxumalo (12/19/2011 11:13:00 AM)

    thats the beauty of being a poet, like Jacqui said...we feel too much! we really are silly and sensitive...we all cross that bridge over and over again.....but let your good personality and sense of humor accompany you wherever you go....brilliant write indeed! !

  • Prabal Dahal (12/2/2011 5:25:00 AM)

    You are very good at expressionism; I too feel the way you feel at times.

  • Jacqui Broad (11/24/2011 5:34:00 AM)

    How can someone as sweet as you feel alone, Jinal? But, mind you, that's the thing of being a poet. We feel too much! We are silly, sensitive buggers. Crying when the sun should be shining. A very introspective poem. Great words, striking a chord. Don't fret, dear, you have friends in your fellow poets...

  • Unwritten Soul (11/18/2011 6:37:00 AM)

    The road we go sometimes so hard to see, we wonder if we are having the best things to cheers and enjoying life...i always telling myself be strong be strong but at sometimes i falling again and i am falling deeper and hard to wake up...but i must wake up because it just keep pain there...but that will leave us a deep lesson, and reminder of such place.. in your case, i think we wondering if we are good enough to feel such greatest thing..or we just considering a noise..but in my eyes, i see you are very good person and you always talking great things to me and others for sure...even you said you hiding your sad but i can see the goodness in you...you not a bad for others Jinal but good person_Unwritten Soul

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