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“Can I go to sleep now?”My mom said not to,And dad said do.But mom is sleepingIn a big, red puddle,And everything hurts.But mom won’t wake upTo kiss it better,So I guess I’ll go to sleep now. – Arsh
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This rat race that We are trapped in, Feels inescapable, Immutable.”Remember the bright side!” Nameless, faceless voices chant when shoving Their positivity down your throat, Restricting.”Is this marketable?” seems to be The only question all art is asked, Stifling soul and creativity, Conforming.This rat race that we Live our lives in, Is all that we…
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Frail mortality, you have Failed in your self-proclaimed journey,Chasing immortality.Enduring mortality, yet youContinue to persist on your relentless quest,Afraid of dying.Fleeting mortality, though you areEphemeral, you are incandescent, In your brief time,Showing your resilience. – Arsh
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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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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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Draped with jewellery and Precious gold covering All imperfections, Can allOur finery cover the rot? – Arsh
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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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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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