When you pluck a feather
From a bird, It feels pain.
When you pluck a flower
From 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
Day Thirteen: Lorraine
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 don't worry, she won't bite.
A famous army,
Is what her name means,
Who is she?
My imaginings only take me so far.
– Maya Desdemona
Day Twelve: On The Night (Pt. 1)
I can never understand how
A person can associate the night,
With its peaceful presence,
The numerous stars,
The ever changing sky
And 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 is only in the Night, where the stoned face sheds a tear.
It is only in the Night, where the most paranoid shuts one eye.
It is only the Night which shadows the wrongdoings of the human race.
It is only the Night which shadows a predator from its prey.
It is only the Night which can see our dreams and nightmares, a myriad of emotions Stemming from the plagues of the mind and the soul.
Maybe it is simply because, the Night always sees.
No, let us put this argument in perspective.
It is forced to see what the day does not.
It does not wish to cover the crimes of both man and not.
It cannot reach out to console those who find solace in it.
The moon is merely the sun in disguise,
Miserably looking upon what the man does behind its back.
– Maya Desdemona
Day Ten: Always
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 shall pass"
A wise person once said,
And this ideology
Happens to be the one I believe in.
– Maya Desdemona
Day Six: On The Impact Of Words
The power of a few words is beyond the understanding of many, as one would often find it hard to believe that something we use so freely could bear so much power.
More often than not, We see these words flow with our lives, being the tool we use to communicate and express our feelings, both to ourselves and people around the world.
Yet it also seems that we often forget the power we yield, as ceaseless arguments and constant manipulation from those around us cast a dark shadow over the usage of these very words we unknowingly hold so dear.
One would be a hypocrite even to dare chastise another for misusing these words.
I have seen (but never truly experienced) a few simple words that are very commonly used and ones that we do not give even a second thought to, be arranged in a certain order and spoken in a certain tone to other people, and have watched it both make and break a person.
That’s the power words have. They can make you live a hundred years or kill you in a second.
– Maya Desdemona
Day Five: A Thought on Nature
Nature is beautiful in every way, shape, and form. Yet humans sully its auspicious presence and benevolent nature repeatedly. Not once, not twice. A million times more than the biggest number one can imagine.
– Maya Desdemona
Day Three: Thoughts On “Survival”
Whichever wise soul that stated that watching a documentary can range from a fun family show to an absolute questioning of self was wholly correct.
To harden one's heart is an expression I always knew of, yet seeing its reality simply plastered for all to see truly dawned its heaviness and severity on me.
But alas,
Even the fiercest predator has a pack to make.
I suppose
Nature simply works this way.
Yet losing one's empathy for a small exchange
Is not exactly a fair trade.
Especially when the animals that you watch through the screen are human beings.
It seems that 'to fight for survival' is not desirable for anyone, but the more one thinks of it, one observes that everyone on this planet is fighting for survival, only in varying degrees, various degrees of effort and in various contexts.
But then,
What exactly is it, to survive?
It is defined as a state of continued existence,
but for what purpose is that living?
If not that, then why do we survive?
Many continuously battle for a chance,
While most don't even try.
– Maya Desdemona
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