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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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Lorena, or sweet Lorraine,As good-natured as the name portrays,Victorious as Laurus nobilis’ many triumphs claim.Yet I do not know anyone with this name.A careful balance between Darkness and Light,She is indeed ‘crowned with laurels’ and sight,Not only easy-going and bright,But also forever wondering with delight.Untouched by blight,She is morally right,For her ideals she will fight,But…
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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
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I can never understand howA person can associate the night,With its peaceful presence,The numerous stars,The ever changing skyAnd the lonesome moon with evil.Maybe it is because the night holds us when we are most vulnerable,And sees us for who we are.It is only the Night which can see all our sins, and all our misgivings.It…
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The sailor is one with stories plentiful,Ranging from Daring escapes to Romantic escapades.Their only constant,I suppose, would be the free wanderingOf the jolly old sailor himself. “For I was thrown from Untruthful shores,Left in the mercy of The Collector of Souls,Its cruel torrents continue to rage,Leaving my sailin’ selfWith a gruelling task at the Doors…
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Does anyone else wonder,How permanent ‘Always’ is?”I will always be with you.””We always need a shoulder to rely on.””You will always be haunted by your sins.””They will always consider you different.”Every ‘Always’ we hear,We seem to forget,Chemistry’s first rule.Stating that Change is Constant.What guarantee do we have,That we will not see better,Or worse days?”This too…
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