Draped with jewellery and
Precious gold covering
All imperfections, Can all
Our finery cover the rot?
– Arsh
The Meaning of Life
Can one actually
Find meaning in life?
Or live with the meaning?
When the answer goes against
Everything we have been taught,
What do we do?
– Arsh
Human Nature
Erroneous feelings corrode
Our given natures, such that,
One marries another and
Another murders one in concert.
This messy link between
The threads of fate,
Woven into our tapestries,
Is immutable and unfixable.
Yet fate remains in flux
Evermore, for it is our choices
Which determines our lives,
And ultimately, our fates.
– Arsh
Wistful Musings: Part One
Time truly flies
When 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 side
Is only found as one dies.
– Maya Desdemona
Storms
The swift torrents of rain
Crashed and roared in pain,
While the staggering tides did sway
And the torturous currents did run away.
Th'heavenly faucet that day did break,
While in this glorious spectacle my eyes did partake.
– Maya Desdemona
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 oddities
Wreaks havoc on my little moralities.
– Arsh
Fated?
It might have been fate,
But darling,
You have always delighted
In dashing
Everyone's expectations anyways.
– Arsh
The Orator’s Pride
Stallling for yet more attention,
I think that this thirst
Of mine is unquenchable.
Speeding through for applause,
I feel my hunger for
Approval grow evermore.
– Arsh
Belief
When you believe me,
I don’t know if
You understand, but
You have done the one thing
No one has ever done for me.
You place your trust in me,
And I feel this feeling of
Contentment, and
I don’t know what I have done
To deserve this.
To deserve you.
– Arsh
The Last of Survival
Treading through the
Rubble of a ruined
World, Our wicked ways
Ran us to our ruin.
Trouble comes to,
And our aspirations,
Like all our laws,
Come down crashing.
– Arsh
Luminousis 