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Ankita Jha Poem
A situation or an individual always has two sides or even multiple sides
Its just that you don't tend to knows about it or never got to know one
A laugh , a beautiful smile which I knew for decades can be an evil smirk that wants me to decay
Perspective matters and so does the person
One's happiness is taken granted , while others aren't even granted to take it
We run , and run more hiding numerous pain or even calculating a situation's side gains
In the marathon we all run is a life's game chasing just happiness and not pain .
The most unrealistic thing nowadays is happiness
Bit is it actually happiness or its our willingness to be happy ?
Just sit down and think a bit... An individual and a situation is not what we think it is but always we want to believe it to be
The cycle of thoughts running and running until the chain springs
Your thoughts define what your action would be
Rage continued or thinking cleverly
Well anyways listen to the elderly but do what you want to do dearly
A person always has an earful to say but don't let it stay
As perspective matters but opinions too as it takes toil on you two
Copyright © Ankita Jha | Year Posted 2025
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Ankita Jha Poem
Is it the problems which dives into our lives ?
Or is it just our lives which dives into the problems ?
We stumble upon many problems .
Thinking its just a small lump
The fantasies created , the fantasies lived
Were actually really short-lived because reality just hits
We grew up crying and throwing many fits
But among us lives that mature kid
Who grew before his body could touch that adult lid
The child who was once really mild was no longer a little child
A person can become a solution to another's
But its just that the hint doesn't drop like an angel
Because life is just full of trials like poison in a decorated vial
Some are happy they get to live , while others aren't
Well it doesn't matter because life isn't anybody's armlet
People may wonder about the night sky's starry gaze
That there are people above who are dazed
And here I sit counting my measly remaining days
Delusions are really beautiful when created
As soon as it ends the really just inflicts the harm
As the fantasies beautiful fading illusionary charm
People are tired , people are distrustful ,they wanna escape
The reality which is hard spoken
The sully of people , the insults which ripples
But its just not real because nowadays humans are not HUMANS
The humans and their humanity died long long ago
Because what nowadays exits is just an empty shell made up of ego.
Copyright © Ankita Jha | Year Posted 2025
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