Monstrous creatures roam the dark,
Always keep a
Close eye on these eldritch abominations
And grotesque horrors,
But these ghastly entities
Roaming the dark here,
Escape only from a human's imagination.
– Arsh
History
The summary of life
Is not an honest poem.
It lies and cheats,
Is dishonest and prevaricates.
History has its ups and downs,
But only the victor tells the tale.
The true history and the truth,
Is always lost to the sands of time.
"To the victor go the spoils"
Is an easy phrase to say.
Until you are no longer the victor,
And your history has gone astray.
Hence the next time
History has you fascinated,
Remember that half of it
Has been completely fabricated.
– Arsh
Beware
Watch out quietly,
Between your windows and your doors.
Pay no attention,
To the things you don't want to know.
Hear no noises,
Ignore all things which are strange.
Blind yourself,
To those changes you didn't make.
Don't turn your head,
There was nothing there at all.
Reject absurdity,
For your life is not forfeit tonight.
– Arsh
Ancient knowledge
Yellowed pages surrounding
These hallowed words.
Warped and yet preserved pages,
Bestowing priceless knowledge.
Textured and hand-made papers,
Seem to belie some ancient scriptures.
Their reality however,
Is of old tax records.
– Arsh
Thunderstorm’s fury
Calling to the ever-changing cloud,
Clouding over all life's problems.
Calling to the rapid lightning,
Shocking through the worst dilemmas.
Calling to the crackling storm,
Charging through any controversies.
Calling to the flighty mist,
Hazing over occurring uncertainties.
Calling to the torrent of rain,
Barraging through the enemy's meagre defenses.
I call upon the fury of the thunderstorm,
In the hopes that my enemy may be vanquished.
– Arsh
Untethered
Untethered from this sordid reality,
Feeling numb through all life's trials.
Making choices from behind a glass screen,
Screaming and never hearing it.
– Arsh
On plucking flowers
When you pluck a feather
From a bird, It feels pain.
When you pluck a flower
From a plant, Does it scream?
Does it beg for mercy,
Or cry for it's loss?
Does it feel anything for it,
Or is the plant glad to see it gone?
– Arsh
What makes us Human?
They say war makes humans unique,
Yet octopi and ants fight the same as us.
What is the difference then,
Between us and them?
Yet if war doesn't differentiate us,
What makes us any different from animals?
If there is such an answer,
Couldn't anyone just tell me?
– Arsh
Predator
He is threatened by the fangs of truth,
Of the claws he had once dismissed,
As not a threat.
It will be his downfall.
Regarded as a harmless bunny,
But in actuality a crouching leopard,
He's coming to tame it.
What a joke.
– Arsh
The eye
All-seeing and all-knowing,
It memorializes everything you do.
Constantly evolving yet unchanging,
The eye judges if you are worthy.
– Arsh
Luminousis 