By Ananya Shah
Reality seems more dangerous than fantasy.
There, we talk of swords,
To end the demon.
Here, we take up words,
To form the satan.
There’s, a guarantee, to be saved
If you are the main character.
Here, the main character dies
And the rest live to tell the tale.
There’s, always a chance,
Fair to everyone.
Here’s, rare of a chance,
To those who deserve it.
Amongst the dark swirling reality,
Maybe the tiny sparks are fantasy.
Maybe from reality
Learnt the fantasy.
To be brutal, that reality still holds.
To be inhumane, that reality still holds.
To be kind, reality did give it all away.
To be a human, reality did give it all away.
To be real, Reality sure is darker.
It’s fabulous
Your poem isn’t just emotional—it’s philosophical.It prompts existential questions about who gets to be the “main character,” about deserving fate versus randomness. It reminds me of theory in literary studies that reality is never absolute but shaped by perspective—and fantasy both mirrors and distorts it
True
Today’s young generation daydreaming everything and living in fantasy world
Also it satisfies their expectations that they can’t complete or achieve.
Its beautiful.
I believe this is is the sole reason why we need fantasy..we need it to survive.. as the reality is too different then what we imagined..its too cruel..too accursed..too difficult. Reality never did make sense.