Eloquently speaking,
Yet slowly sinking.
No silver-tongue can
Help me now.
Suddenly drowning,
Yet, irreversibly hoping.
No hero can
Save me now.
– Arsh
A Casualty
Across the pond filled with reeds,
The lone soldier's tall figure heaves.
Weary of his deeds,
He is now one with the weeds.
One can only hope that he finds peace,
And that his soul is now at ease.
– Maya Desdemona
Humanity
What gives an entity humanity?
It cannot be love,
For some humans don't feel it,
Though they are as human as everyone else.
What gives someone humanity?
It cannot be empathy,
For some people don't feel it,
Though they are as human as everyone else.
What gives someone
The right to decide another's humanity?
For humanity is an oft debated subject,
That no one knows the answer to.
Our humanity doesn't define us,
As we can't define our humanity.
So what makes us any different
From non-human entities?
– Arsh
The Burning Cold
Walk through the Hearth
As you would ice,
And from the cold flames
Your new self will rise.
Behead your past,
Be off with its head.
After the Flames have cleansed you,
You will freeze your dread.
Succumb to the Cold,
Invite the warmth of the Fireplace
For your sins have been frozen,
But your pitiful self remains.
– Maya Desdemona
Strange Courtesies
Stranger to what I've always known,
These common courtesies feel alien.
Acting normally to what is demanded,
And that is how we have existed.
– Arsh
Drifted Apart
I still don't know
How many of your things
Are mine,
And how many of my things
Are yours.
I guess we'll have to
Contend with the fact that,
I knew you for a while.
And for a while
Is better than
Never at all.
– Arsh
Farewell
Stalling this departure,
Cause I know that
This is the last farewell
Between us.
Goodbye my friend.
– Arsh
Missing You
Crossing this world and others,
Searching for a version of us
Who survived together.
But we could never have stayed together
In any world that I can concieve.
I believe that that's the tragedy of it,
It was inevitable.
– Arsh
Doomed Reality
The path we follow
Among these hunters,
Will be our doom.
For our hearts are made of clay,
And for all our similarities,
Theirs are made of iron.
– Arsh
Death do us part
Crimes of passion run amok,
Spreading chaos through the land.
Yet this bubble of peace
We have found ourselves in,
Remains untouched.
We might not live forever,
Nor would I ever want to.
Yet for the time that I still live,
I will spend it with us together,
Until death do us part.
– Arsh
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