• Omnipresent Burdens

    In every breath I take,I only fill my emptinessWith airFor a brief while.A longer release from this nameless burden that sits over me,Would really be appreciated, you see?I cannot breathe in for too long,The weight returns with a spiking pain,As painful as a somber memory…Without name and cause,This burden rests above my chest,Yet from there…

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  • Nocturne

    Sweet Nocturne,She needs not the light of day,Nor the labours that do not pay,For with her she has numerous nebulae,That keep her at bay. She is oft mistaken with coldness and death,But in her darkness one finds a hearth,A truly limitless rebirth,Yet one that blazes with solace. It needs no lightAnd does not burn too…

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  • Covering rot

    Draped with jewellery and Precious gold covering All imperfections, Can allOur finery cover the rot? – Arsh

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  • The Meaning of Life

    Can one actuallyFind meaning in life?Or live with the meaning?When the answer goes againstEverything we have been taught,What do we do? – Arsh

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  • Human Nature

    Erroneous feelings corrodeOur given natures, such that,One marries another and Another murders one in concert.This messy link betweenThe threads of fate,Woven into our tapestries,Is immutable and unfixable.Yet fate remains in fluxEvermore, for it is our choicesWhich determines our lives,And ultimately, our fates. – Arsh

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  • Time truly fliesWhen it is nothing you are beside. For oft it is something we are inside,And naught we are presently outside. Yet that peace found only on Death’s sideIs only found as one dies. – Maya Desdemona

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  • Storms

    The swift torrents of rainCrashed and roared in pain,While the staggering tides did swayAnd the torturous currents did run away.Th’heavenly faucet that day did break,While in this glorious spectacle my eyes did partake. – Maya Desdemona

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  • Perfectionism

    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 odditiesWreaks havoc on my little moralities. – Arsh

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  • Fated?

    It might have been fate,But darling,You have always delightedIn dashingEveryone’s expectations anyways. – Arsh

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  • The Orator’s Pride

    Stallling for yet more attention,I think that this thirstOf mine is unquenchable.Speeding through for applause,I feel my hunger for Approval grow evermore. – Arsh

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