Frail mortality, you have
Failed in your self-proclaimed journey,
Chasing immortality.
Enduring mortality, yet you
Continue to persist on your relentless quest,
Afraid of dying.
Fleeting mortality, though you are
Ephemeral, you are incandescent,
In your brief time,
Showing your resilience.
– Arsh
Draped with jewellery and
Precious gold covering
All imperfections, Can all
Our finery cover the rot?
– Arsh
Can one actually
Find meaning in life?
Or live with the meaning?
When the answer goes against
Everything we have been taught,
What do we do?
– Arsh
Erroneous feelings corrode
Our given natures, such that,
One marries another and
Another murders one in concert.
This messy link between
The threads of fate,
Woven into our tapestries,
Is immutable and unfixable.
Yet fate remains in flux
Evermore, for it is our choices
Which determines our lives,
And ultimately, our fates.
– Arsh
Perfection in my veins,
Or is it in my brain?
The minutiae leave me guessing,
On the words that I've been using.
Leaving over and over again,
Will this time be for my gain?
Keeping track of all these little oddities
Wreaks havoc on my little moralities.
– Arsh
It might have been fate,
But darling,
You have always delighted
In dashing
Everyone's expectations anyways.
– Arsh
Stallling for yet more attention,
I think that this thirst
Of mine is unquenchable.
Speeding through for applause,
I feel my hunger for
Approval grow evermore.
– Arsh
When you believe me,
I don’t know if
You understand, but
You have done the one thing
No one has ever done for me.
You place your trust in me,
And I feel this feeling of
Contentment, and
I don’t know what I have done
To deserve this.
To deserve you.
– Arsh
Treading through the
Rubble of a ruined
World, Our wicked ways
Ran us to our ruin.
Trouble comes to,
And our aspirations,
Like all our laws,
Come down crashing.
– Arsh
Spoiling a nice candle,
A new book, some saved food.
Everything is spoiled once
It has been used.
The book has rotted,
The food has spoiled,
The candle, destroyed,
Waiting did no favours anyway.
Usage is spoilage,
But so is enjoying life.
There is no 'perfect day',
Enjoy your life.
– Arsh
Luminousis 