Technically speaking, I didn't know
That we said goodbye the first time,
Nor the second or third or fourth or
Any of the times afterwards.
It's just that we slowly became strangers,
At first, little by little, then altogether.
It surprised me, how smoothly it happened,
When we met up once again, it was as strangers.
– Arsh
Loneliness is a brine,
Something that so thoroughly soaks into your person,
Like a rot, a stench that you can never quite get off.
And no matter how many hours of doomscrolling, of trying to keep your mind from thinking,
There is nothing quite so depressing
Than admitting to yourself that you are lonely.
It is not brandished in your face,
Not coloured in your clothes, and
Not smelt in your deodorant.
It is far worse, a pathetic realisation,
The cause of such desperation.
For it was so wretchedly true
When someone once said
Misery has no pomp nor glamour.
-Desdemona
T'is a special kind of pain,
The kind that forms when you are
Surrounded by people
Yet, feel completely alone.
The pain of being surrounded by kindness,
Yet none of it softens your heart,
Clenched like a fist,
Waiting for something to go wrong.
T'is not an ailment that a salve can cure,
No witchcraft nor solidarity can erase this ache I know by name,
An illness called Loneliness.
-Desdemona
Ethereality is that which
Can never be obtained,
Never witnessed satisfactorily,
Yet is strived for nevertheless.
This is the folly of mankind,
Searching for immortality
In an everchanging world,
Whose only guarantee
Is the mortality of man.
– Arsh
At least you, child,
Had the decency to kiss the dagger
With which thou rent my Heart.
I have much time, to think about things now.
I could notice every hungry stare at my Crown,
But not the sheer Trickery played by those Carrions on thee.
Surely, they would have persuaded you their cause was Just,
Using the Honour thou cherishes most
As ammunition against thee.
I blame ye not, Brutus, for how could I?
If even my Angel has turned a blade against me,
There is no point to living, simply to breathe.
– Desdemona
In my Heart there lies a Songbird caged,
Yearning to sing in the breeze.
Yet it is trapped in Human flesh,
Far too heavy with sorrows.
And each day that passes,
It drowns a little more in the blood of Human veins,
Far too poisoned, more than any
Heavenly Choir that inspired it.
– Desdemona
Forget me not, my darling,
I pray you forget me never.Mimosa pudicaI may be,
Though my bones exalt in reverie,
Don't forget our love,
As pure as an ivory dove.
For you were friend and
Brother to my bones,
My forgotten soul remembers
The laughs we've shared
From times old.
Though as poison ivy
You hath struck me,
Purpled and venom-tongued, envenomed,
I shall but wither
As a Forget-me-not,
While Roses and Briars
Over my tomb do conspire.
– Desdemona
Once, I didn't know what to do,
So I tried a bad haircut.
I wasn't sure why I did so,
But I felt more in control then.
My hair was an actual disaster,
But I was proud of it.
– Arsh
We will never be strangers again,
There is too much history here.
But if one day, we meet again,
And we don't recognize
The person in front of us,
Is that not the making of friends to strangers?
– Arsh
We write our stories
In pages we never see,
Permanently mark lives
In ways we'll never know,
And yet, as humans, we still worry
About the impact we will leave
Once we are gone.
– Arsh
