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I’ve stood gazing

At the treasures

From outside

The bar window,

And sometimes

Made my way

Only to momentarily



Lately things

Haven’t clicked right,

I’ve failed to capture

What was in sight;

Speak of the

Curiosity to buy,

I’ve hopelessly

Walked out

With a sigh.


The limited-time deal

That I couldn’t steal,

Punishing my heart

To the extent that

It could never heal.


Happiness comes

In the tiniest of ways,

But gone are

Those days

Where I wore

A heartful smile,

My happy soul

Is currently in exile.


The glinted glass

Tells me that

This is where

I’m supposed to be,

Maybe not



I see similar

Faces around me,

There is mutuality;

Some are holding back,

While some are

Held back by

A social tack.


I stand there

Before the window,

Wanting to lay low

And not be seen,

Poignance sabotaging

A bunch of dreams

That were existentially


How long am I

Just going to be



◄ Gemini and Scorpio

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Manish Singh Rajput

Tue 21st May 2024 03:46

Thank you for your kind comment, Keith, it means a lot to me.😊

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keith jeffries

Mon 20th May 2024 16:09

A poem where the writer has done a little self examination and used an allegory to describe his feelings. An intersting piece of work.
Thank you for this,

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Manish Singh Rajput

Mon 20th May 2024 09:33

Patricia, thanks a lot for your most generous comment, I'm very glad that you liked it!
And thanks to all those who liked this, cheers!😊

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Patricia Ziel

Sun 19th May 2024 22:37

wow, I love it. This is one where many will identify for different reasons. Are we all window shopping in this manifestation we call Life?

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