It's not difficult to think of plans,
Of contingencies for every scenario,
But we plan only for the worst ones.
I've heard that the brain reinforces your thoughts.
Positivity is built, and negativity, amplified.
I wonder what happens when you only think of the worst case scenarios?
Can I Stay?
Can I still have this
For just one night more?
I know that you're not right for me,
And I'm not the one that you want.
But I don't want to pack my bags yet,
And remove myself from this place.
This place we built up together,
Where we could just be ourselves.
Just let me ignore the world
For just one night more.
Once the sun's up, I know we'll be strangers,
But tonight, I just want to stay.
– Arsh
The War Begins Silently
The beginning of the war will be secret.
There will be no parades or commendations,
No grand declarations nor proud generals boasting.
No vaunting valour for the brave soldiers
Marching surely down to their doom.
The beginning of the war will be secret.
It will begin as these things always do,
Slowly marching to an inexorable doom.
A flower's petals gradually unfurl,
And the dominoes to be toppled are all placed.
Back door deals and under the table betrayals,
The beginning of the war will be secret.
– Arsh
Tailored
Did you know that tailoring,
the word, comes from taliare,
a Latin word meaning 'to cut'?
I could write the metaphor
Explaining how being tailor-made
For you was cutting me away,
But I don't think I need to, do I?
– Arsh
Unfinished
Half-remembered dreams
And unfinished soliloquoys,
Keeping my quiet
And I won't let you in my life.
But what have I done
To just leave this all alone,
Even with all of this time
My life is still not my own.
– Arsh
Thoughts of a Night Owl
My heart is locked in a bony cage,
Where it writhes and turns for Freedom's sweet lips.
It toils to keep this mortal vessel alive,
Yet struggles to find some peace of mind.
But Darkness calls with comfort and change,
Death's loving embrace so gentle and safe,
The Night calls away all worries formed by Day.
– Maya Desdemona
Ode To The Burnt (Matchstick)
Are you a burnt little matchstick?
Struck against scraping sandpaper
Till you shine bright enough to be a star,
But the joy of being enough is robbed by the end, without going far.
Burnt, crippled, broken, and used,
Now showing no more potential nor promise,
You are thrown away by the world,
Tossed in a pile without a thought,
The light you brought, they forgot,
So they have simply left you to rot.
-Maya Desdemona
Loss
I suppose there was truth when Calpurnia said:
"The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."
For as I stare out my window,
Glancing at heaven above and ground below,
I see white lilies mourn the loss of a kind soul from this world,
And the mighty heavens themselves stand in shame at their helplessness.
On this day
A great and kindly spirit was robbed from this Earth,
Far too early, sooner than one would anticipate,
And simply...
That.
That spirit has left this Earth, and left us mortals in its wake
As fleeting as the picture captured
With these gifts called memories.
-Desdemona
Lilium – Sweet Lily
Sweet lilium,
Thy ghostly pallor paired with thine emerald stem,
Reaching for golden sunlight to bask thy head,
Symbol of rebirth, and of death.
At the feet of the Madonna thou art placed,
Purity of the soul returned to Heaven’s embrace,
Flush with life, forever in graceful sway,
Sweet lilium, now in decay.
– Maya Desdemona
Lured By Promises
Come on in,
Dip your toes in this-
Though I can't promise that the water will always be fine
In this tumultuous sea,
I will be your net,
Your safety boat,
Your clamouring hand
That reaches the shore,
That life-guard's vest
With a red whistle to blow
A calm embrace,
A caress to the face,
But while this siren says...
Your drowning I cannot replace.
– Maya Desdemona
Luminousis 