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
Spoiled
Spoiling a nice candle,
A new book, some saved food.
Everything is spoiled once
It 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
Untitled Misery
A girl,
In misery lives,
And yet she lives not,
No, for she only survives.
A girl.
– Arsh
But
We could have been so much,
But you chose to throw that all away.
Could have ruled the world,
But that was too large for you.
Would have been happier,
But you fell for their lies.
Would have been friends forever,
But you threw that all away.
– Arsh
The Curse
Multiple generations this curse has devoured,
Leaving naught but ruin in its wake.
The brave soldiers of old roused,
Yet failing to sate its appetite.
The latest group of brave volunteers,
Leave, off to perilous lands.
None will return, yet again,
This batch of willing sacrifices.
– Arsh
Letting Go
You found me,
When I was low.
Held me close,
So I could let go.
Now you are the reason
Why I feel so low.
I need to let you go,
So I can hold me close.
– Arsh
My Lady of the Court
My Lady of silver and smoke,
Do not be taken by the allure of
The clear cut truth.
It is nothing but a lie.
My Lady of gold and sunlight,
Enamoured you may be
With your adoring fans,
They will cheer at your execution.
My Lady of the everlasting night,
Your dark domain both threatens and shelters
Those whom you have claimed.
May your benevolence extend to all.
– Arsh
The Moon
The moon sings its soulful song,
Singing it to us all.
She dances with the joyful tides,
Without a care, at all.
Her moods of whimsy
Never fail to astonish or amaze.
Ever-changing, ever-evolving,
Yet always so steady and constant.
– Arsh
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