The Mystery Which Is Me

I’m sad when I’m happy,
I feel good when things are crappy.
I laugh when I’m upset,
I remember things more when I forget.
In a crowd I feel alone,
It’s always the important things I postpone.
I talk the most when I’m quiet,
I always eat more when I’m on a diet.
I stay awake all night and sleep in the morning,
I overlook advice, even when it’s a friendly warning.
I become laidback when faced with an issue,
I cry the most when I don’t have a tissue.
I let major problems roll off my back and focus on the little ones,
I don’t follow the shows as much as I watch the reruns.
I eat eggs without the yolks,
I become serious when someone jokes.
I lose interest in my passion,
I follow trends when they go out of fashion.
I watch less of the originals and more of the remakes,
I feel in love the most when my heart breaks.

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Nikita Mehendiratta

I can say that I have been feeling the same since a very long time. Penned so easily. I don’t know if appreciation for the poem is of any worth. it has beyond imaginary meanings.


Indeed the human life is so mystical, so magical in itself..even ages couldn’t explore the hidden secrets! Nicely written:)


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