What would reincarnation feel like?
Would I be glad for another chance?
Or would I miss my previous life?
Would it be a new beginning?
Or would it be another series of regrets?
I hope that I never have to know.
– Arsh
Untamed
A mad descent into darkness,
Has always fit her more properly than,
The cruel trappings of society
Have ever done.
– Arsh
Greek Tragedies
Icarus may have fallen,
But he experienced the feeling of
Freedom from a tyrant,
And the sensation of flying free.
What more could he have asked for?
Orpheus may have turned back
To look for Eurydice,
But she never doubted his love for her,
Not when he bargained with Hades for her life.
What more could she have asked for?
Prometheus may have been punished
With eternal torment,
But his name lives forevermore
As the forerunner of human civilisation.
What more could he have asked for?
These long gone times may have made
These myths into tragedies,
But those in the myths
Have triumphed in their own way,
So what more could they have asked for?
– Arsh
The Future
Catastrophizing over the future
Is such a sordid task.
The anxious wait for what's to come
Can drive anyone to despair.
Yet the future will transpire
When its time has come to pass,
And stressing about it
Is an arduous and pointless endeavor.
– Arsh
Macabre
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
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