An Elaborate Nothing Poem by Ankita Sharma

Happiness is a vegetable top!

Hi Ankita - nice name meaning an Empress and a Conquerer. This is a great poem. 'An elaborate nothing' V 1 We all move on (upward or downward) each day. We want to maximise the opportunities 'Everyone imagines a sun inside him - wants to reach that glow'. V 2 Is rather pessimistic - 'The sun does set' and the 'Earth does grow colder' but we all gain something from each day. V 3 Life is very unequal and in the end we all die - but we can all leave a positive legacy - if we try hard enough. V 4 This gives us a glimmer of hope - We can all dream - we can all break free - we can all rise above the norm. V 5 Some things don't change - like the intrisic value of numbers 'Two is (always) two' - but if we lose heart and the sun ceases to shine - then there is no future for any of us. V 6 A complex verse with a clear message. 'A thinking demon comes to fight' - they are the worst and Satan greatest agents. Right is subsumed in Wrong - the light of truth and reason is extinguished - Hope comes in the Morning but fades at Night. V 7 & 8 The Yellow Peril arrives - life becomes magic and tragic and flavourless - the pain is repeated - over and over - we explode but bottle it up. V 9 'A losing sound' have we given up? Everything becomes inverted: Kings turn to magic - the bird is hunted by the peanut - beggers are conrolled by filth and instead of the sound of Victory we hear the sound of Defeat. V 10 The secret of happiness - a legume - i dont think so! ! ! The balance and interplay of madness and stability cancels out and 'Everything is just an elaborate nothing'. We have come full circle and are back where we started. Perhaps if we are honest - real life is just like that. Thanks for sharing Ankita. Love in Poetry - JOHN.

significant thoughts penned beautifully! 1000+

A kid knowing nothing, and still growing older The whole sun sets and the world grows colder, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , still the stream flows by eternity unto last dregs of humanity yet unknown as wonder awes by matrix of life as relative and ime is stuff of life made up of by truth of mystery, most superb write by ingenuity yet introspective by imagery, `0++, thanks for sharing

Awesome......... As Shakespeare says, To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Cp

Hey Ankita....first of all the tile of your poem is very good...it has the touch of the enigma and a certain mysterious quality to it....and you have wonderfully brought out the unfairness of life....but that is just one part of the whole game. Sometimes, life is beautiful......maybe you will pen it in other poems of yours and as Sarvesh here says....keep writing.

hey, an interesting poem. nicely composed. but its one side of the story, isn't it. but yeah, its true. life is unfair, lets accept that, but still there's beauty to it, nice poem. keep on writing, friend. thank you.