self-help – Poetry

Who taught us, that vulnerability is a weakness !

Ever since I’ve been questioning:

In whatever we do,
aren’t we killing our innocence as we continue to grow,
aren’t we fooling ourselves
when the societal norms
continue to impact us negatively ?
Doubting ourselves,
Constantly fearing rejection,
Unable to achieve perfection and excellence,
Afraid to share, speak, explain, cry,
Because they taught us that way.

Aren’t we all constantly hunting stability,
when we barely know the purpose of it.
Aren’t we fighting and conflicting on the inside,
fulfilling influential expectations.
How easy it is,
to say
that everything is unconvincing,
when we don’t even think beyond.

Let’s stop receiving and sending these norms.
We’re battling to be better versions of ourselves,
with different perspectives,
different lives altogether.

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The ability to “Feel”

The ability to feel,
is what we often undermine.
Thinking of,
how miserable human life is,
finding stability and existence
amidst grief,
ego,
pity,
sorrow,
fear,
uncertainty,
and so much more,
we tend to ignore the other side of relevance.
Isn’t it quite a blessing,
to know,
to perceive,
to sense,
to endure experiences, both good and bad,
to interpret,
to grasp,
to cry,
to learn,
to improve,
to change,
to do every pretty little thing,
that we often neglect
as a part of our growth and existential being.
Irrespective of wanting everything,
there’s more to the world,
if you look by.

– ©Ananya Bansiwal

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Maybe, they had a reason

Everything
I would never say,
even if I think
of doing it,
I’ve come faraway.
All the times
I’ve been screaming in silence,
whenever you’re in my head
questioning my existence.
How abruptly,
we’ve grown into people
we thought we’d never be.
“No one understands”
isn’t that enough for a mind to be trapped !
Maybe, they had a reason
for we all don’t go through same seasons.

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