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Oftentimes I find myselfMerely sulking in the depths of my sheets,And it is just as oftenI forget how good a day out feels.A brisk walk to a mall,An often overlooked luxury now,Was a wonderful place to fallInto the many spirals of conversation with friends around.Minutes turned to hoursAs we continually talked in peace,And as we…
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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
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To my greatest critic,Both a friend and foe in life,The one I am never rid of,Whose words only fester in my mind.You are verbally cruel and physically nonexistent.Your words are like daggers thrown at my unfeeling sentiments,Your thoughts like salt in a wound.Yet I live and breathe with your advice.For you have no voice of…
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Yellowed pages surroundingThese 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
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Does anyone else feelThat the Sky feels closerThe older we get?My younger self would whine,Seeing no stars in the then polluted sky.Yet today I find,Even constellations here shine.The forever cloudy sky looks dim,And often finds an inky undertone to lie in.The Moon is perfectly halved,Drowned in both Darkness and Light.Today, I only happened To see…
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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…
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A most curious thought came upon me today.Such a mundane actionOf lighting a candleIs hardly what one would call’Thought provoking’.Yet on this day,In this very hour,I suppose I could blame the environmentFor this unexpected conflict,I find myself sympathising with a Matchstick.One of many,A most unremarkable one, at that,That so happened to expire in my hand.Once…
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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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It all starts with a thought.Abundant yet never truly provocative.It remains, neither developing nor dying,And simply exists.However, it never ends there.That is only the beginning of this tale.This half-baked thought, desperate to survive.Struggles to grow.It festers, clinging to the mind like a parasite.It only continuesTo grow and grow,Till it can be avoided no more.And curiosity,Like…
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When you pluck a featherFrom a bird, It feels pain.When you pluck a flowerFrom 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
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