Identity

Some scars needn't be visible, they ache in memory.

December 2024?

Wasn't it 2019 yesterday?

The Dictum

I chose to stay silent,

I chose to avoid violence.

I chose to be alone,

I chose to remain unknown.

I chose to accept them,

The people who hid behind the mask of a friend.

I let myself suffer,

Welcoming the troubles

I cried considering my unfaithful life,

A dictum.

But in all of this,

How was I the victim?

~ark

They'll Too

The situation I had been in, Was the situation they were in. I wanted to warn them, As I already knew the end, But I decided against it. As I was the one who ignored the warnings too, And I knew they'll too. Thinking, The way I realised, They'll realise too. The way I learned, They'll learn too.

~ark

Sometimes I don't care about what people think, Because I've already thought about it on their behalf.

~ark

I wanted life to fill me,

to make something of the hollowness I carried.

But life was demanding—

it asked me to fill it instead,

to give my all,

to talk more than listen,

to be seen rather than simply see,

to laugh more than savor the moment.

I drained every bit of myself,

trying to stand at the forefront

of my life and that of others.

Until every bit of life was drawn out of me.

I was meant to be a simple soul,

finding joy in whatever came my way.

I don't know why the world

was so desperate to make me the engine,

when all I ever wanted

was to be a floating boat.

From hollowness to hollowness, I returned,

but now with a deeper yearning—

a longing to exist

without judgment,

without scrutiny,

without every step carrying consequence.

Now, I want to do things for their own sake,

to walk for the journey,

to breathe just for the next moment.

To let myself be filled of life,

Of the moments that don't carry meaning,

Just peace.

Areeba

Her Tree

The building lit by the sun’s glare, People walking through the aisles, I gazed through the window, Thoughts pouring in my mind. The sky embellished with clouds, Curtained the sun time by time. The glare slowly took over, They drifted further over miles. Seeking shelter from the truth’s glare, I hid under the tree of lies. Covered by the shade, I still scorched in my feelings inter wined.

And then, the tree fell and the glare too. I burned in the flames I ignited. I lay on my ashes, As I slowly trapped myself in the darkness of night. Returning from its exile, The sun emerged piercing my veins, I smiled as I watered a tree, The roots hidden in the soil of the avenges’ reign.

~ark

The Coin of Heroes and Villains

Villains and heroes are a jest,

Both are like either sides of a coin,

One will always be below and the other on top,

And neither will stand on their sides,

It depends on us who the villains are,

Or wether they be the head or tail,

The world really does not care that much,

But we will always be the villain on neither side.

Mr. Waltz

The Favourite?

The song I loved the most yesterday

On repeat, at the top of my playlist

Has now drifted away

It isn't that special

The memories it has, isn't my life now

The tears dried, that once fell due to its symphony

The ability it once had to put rhythm in every thought of mine,

Now, there is nothing to convey

From reality to memories

From the favourite one to one of them

It was a short journey,

I don't even remember how and when.

~ark