Poem: Loneliness

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 Hey guys, I'm back. I know, I know, I'm very unpunctual on my blog, And I also know that I had promised a lot of stories and essays, but well, I've been really, really busy with my exams, visits to Karachi, visitors from Karachi, online workshops, courses, and a lot more! 

I'm really very sorry about it, too feel quite bad about it, and well, I wanted to return and punch a few words here, but I simply couldn't find time. We plan a lot of things, but we never know what Allah has planned for us and what lies ahead, So excuse me for now, and just enjoy my latest poetry piece :)

 I wrote this while attending a writing workshop, the assignment was to write a poem, and I wrote this one:

I'm sitting in my room all alone

Not a cup of coffee, not a single book, not my mobile

Just me, my room, and my furniture

What do I feel

Nothing

What do I do

Nothing

I hear music from the next house

Cheers, laughter, and lots of people partying

What should I do

Nothing

What do I think

Nothing

I hear a knock on the door

'We're leaving'

Where should I go

Nowhere

I hear another knock

'Can I come in'

What should I reply

Nothing

Someone enters

'How are you'

It suddenly hits me

Lonely

'How are you feeling'

Lonely

'What are you doing'

Sitting alone


Sometimes, the way we feel is just in our head, our thoughts, feelings, and actions are all linked together, when we think something, we feel the same thing, and we act accordingly. Improving your thoughts slightly improves your feelings, and eventually, your actions :)

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