• 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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  • Wistful Musings: Part One

    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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  • Belief

    When you believe me,I don’t know ifYou understand, butYou have done the one thingNo one has ever done for me.You place your trust in me,And I feel this feeling ofContentment, andI don’t know what I have doneTo deserve this.To deserve you. – Arsh

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  • The Last of Survival

    Treading through theRubble of a ruinedWorld, Our wicked waysRan us to our ruin.Trouble comes to,And our aspirations,Like all our laws,Come down crashing. – Arsh

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  • Spoiled

    Spoiling a nice candle,A new book, some saved food.Everything is spoiled onceIt has been used.The book has rotted,The food has spoiled,The candle, destroyed,Waiting did no favours anyway.Usage is spoilage,But so is enjoying life.There is no ‘perfect day’,Enjoy your life. – Arsh

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