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Shambhavi 21m
One day,
we’ll taste our favorite meal—
not knowing it's the last.

One day,
we’ll speak a word—
and never speak again.

One day,
we’ll laugh with friends—
unaware it’s the final time.

One day,
we’ll take a breath—
and not exhale.
Just lost my close friend 1 week ago and she d#ed because of heart @ttack so we never know when we will left this world and close ones.
You see what lies before,
Yet chase what could be more.
The simple stands concrete,
But ease eludes your feet.
No space to find complete.
Dreams shape what might unfold,
Yet quake where thoughts take hold.
You see, you know, you stall
A foe that builds a wall.
No fight can break its call.
Time bends, it carves, it breaks,
A paradox that takes.
In shadows, thoughts conceal
The paths you long to feel.
You row through waves unreal.
Infinity’s a trap,
A boundless, woeful map.
It twists what minds can know,
And kills where thoughts still grow.
Let ignorance bestow.
To stop, you must let go,
Release the undertow.
The void’s last kiss will miss
If will can break this bliss.
Step back from thought’s abyss.
Beyond the self, it lies
A truth no mind defines.
To name it is to bind,
To seek it is to grind.
The mystery’s unconfined.
Creating Energy,
Is what I be on, I don't think you can replicate this,
Slow minds in this world, you might as well become
a waitress,
Or a bartender , its crazy how energy loss is like
handing out liquor,
But who cares , go figure,
They say "you should take scientology",
No thanks , not in my discography,
Sway me unapologetically telling you to get
the hell away from me...

New poem titled "Teach Us Freestyle" (Full Poem In Link)


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https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2025/04/teach-us-freestyle.html?spref=tw
Lou
Hey Lou—
so beautiful.
I love you.
The world forgets what that means sometimes,
but not me.
Not here.
Not now.
Lately, I sit back
and I wonder—
is there even such a thing
as good and evil?
Or are they just mirrors
for opinions dressed as truth?
People don’t fight for ideas anymore.
They fight because they can,
because someone else said don’t,
because silence feels like losing.
But I remember a different time—
a time of minds that opened galaxies.
Stephen Hawking dreamt in black holes,
Einstein listened for the whisper of atoms.
Our heroes once lit torches,
not screens.
They had questions bigger than their fame.
Now?
We chase faces.
Cases.
Shock over substance.
Talent’s in the back of the line,
waiting behind a viral clip.
We used to talk about evolution,
about meaning,
about everything unseen and still real.
Now we scroll.
Now we sell.
Now we perform.
It’s almost better to be bad
than to be brilliant.
At least bad gets views.
At least bad gets seen.
We move too fast.
Too fast to sit.
Too fast to feel.
Too fast to wonder.
Even to breathe feels like a distraction.
Reflection’s a luxury
this generation can't afford.
I come from a place
they used to call
the Empire State—
where people built dreams
out of steel,
sweat,
and belief.
where artists left proof—
expression etched on city walls
like the first handprints in the caves,
a visual history,
marking time,
influencing it.
I live in a country
where dreams were once possible.
Where greatness wasn’t just myth—
it was motivation.
But now the motive’s
a bank account.
And the dream?
It’s behind a paywall.
Nobody talks about the race,
the planet,
the soul.
They just talk about the numbers.
The hustle.
The next thing.
Always the next thing.
And yet—
in the silence between all that noise,
I still believe
someone out there remembers.
Maybe it's me.
Maybe it’s you.
Maybe it’s us.
Still here.
Still breathing.
Still choosing to care
I hope the words, thoughts, and life inspire a moment of interest and remind people of the human connection that is often overlooked.
You didn't confess when confronted with your lies,                                      
                                                                ­                                                    
how quickly I regret ever letting you in my life                                      
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  You think you were so smart, leading me along,                                            
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an actor playing a part, convincing me I'm wrong                                                          
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Making me think it's me being paranoid,                                            
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since then, I am done, it's you I now avoid                                                            ­                
                                                ­                                                                 ­       
So now, you say that you are missing me,                                                    
                                                                ­                                                        
  like that will somehow change my mind,                                              
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I think it is time for you to see,                                                             ­ 
                                                               ­                                                 
these eyes of mine aren't blind                                                            ­                  
                                              ­                                                              
You are telling all our friends,                                                         ­   
                                                             ­                                                     
you don't know what you did,                                                             ­               
                                                 ­                                                             
when will all your lying end?                                                             ­           
                                                     ­                                                             
You­ treated me like ****                                                             ­               
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  It isn't up to me to tell                                                             ­                           
                                     ­                                                                 ­  
everyone my side                                                             ­                                     
                           ­                                                                 ­                     
 You just wait, you'll see                                                              ­                          
                                                                ­                                                  
the truth you can't hide
“The one thing you shall not eat,
Can devour what you be.
The Red sweetness holds thee;
Core of poison, core of deceit.”

For many others without conscience tells,
They chant lies, they clang bells.
For power is not its conflict of corruption,
But a light to evil, a light of destruction.

Apple drops a head of thought.
Others, however, are long got.
For they have no will,
long gone they sought.

They boldly think, they blindly condemn,
Yet logic’s truth eludes each of them.
Because, presence wises the bird of them.

The worm that eats, the sweetness it brings.
The bird eats it so, masqueraded in wings.
For knowledge only gives moths light,
the tempt to corruption, arrogance flight.

And no told that numbers are right,
No knowledge of order, ultimate sight.
They chopped the apple tree, fuel it alight.
Now, they pay their price, their final blight.
If you think it’s knowledge that is poison, then your confidence fell into my trap. For the power of ignorance, hubris is inevitable.
Rory 5d
Long ago there stood some mystery
Waiting to be explored
Down the trough,
Up the crest,
Where in nothing cremated.
Then forcibly drawn
To accept and reject,
The truth
The unfoldings of life.
:)
To all the questions swirling in my head.
Let eyes shine with endless happiness
Let eyes laugh in lovely moments
Let eyes soften with quiet understanding


Let eyes witness nature's wonders
Let eyes be curious for hidden things
Let eyes observe the world's secrets
Let eyes wander, ever wide
Let eyes dream of flying high
Let eyes show wisdom, the path to success




Let eyes burn with anger
Let eyes cry for all that once was
Let eyes weep with the ache of the heart
Let eyes shed tears for what is lost
Let eyes carry the ache of goodbye
Let eyes flinch at haunting moments

Let eyes lower in the moments of shame
Let eyes show respect and silent strength


Let eyes tell the story of truth
Let eyes speak unspoken words
Let eyes whisper the secrets of love
Let eyes be happy, full of life


Let eyes smile without words, showing kindness
Let eyes care, revealing unspoken love
Let eyes hold contact, revealing secrets
Let eyes hold respect, honoring those they met

Let eyes show emotion ,let them feel
Let eyes live life , so soul may truly live
And you live life.
Let eyes speak
A New World I See
I see a world not built on chains,
But minds that question, break the reins.
Where hearts are free to roam and soar,
Not bound by rules, but longing more.

The world we know is cracked and scarred,
Where truth is bent and dreams are barred.
The wolves above, they feast and lead,
While beneath, the sheep must bleed.

Yet I see a world where minds can thrive,
Where freedom's spark keeps us alive.
Not chaos born from hearts that burn,
But love and truth we’ll fight to learn.

Still, there’s a darkness in our veins,
A hunger deep, a thirst for gains.
For power, control, the will to rise—
We mask it well, but still disguise.

Two worlds we face, both dark and light,
One bound by fear, one free of fight.
The wolves will lead, the sheep will fall,
But will we rise above it all?

A world of power, a world of pride,
A world where we don’t need to hide.
A choice to rise, to build, to free,
To claim the world that’s meant to be.

But the cost is high, the price we pay,
For those who twist, for those who sway.
They'll take our truth, they'll take our soul,
And use our freedom to control.

Still, I see a world where love’s the key,
Where minds are sharp and hearts are free.
We hold our fate, we choose our way,
And with each step, we light the day.

We’ll walk the line between the wolf,
And in our hands, the power to pull.
From darkness into light we rise,
With truth and love as our disguise.

We are not beasts, we are the ones,
The chosen few, the many sons.
And if we fall, we rise again,
In a world reborn by love, not sin.

The answer’s ours, the choice is clear,
Will we fight or give in to fear?
I see a world where we can be,
More than wolves, more than the sea.

So I choose a world that’s born from mind,
A world where truth and love align.
A world where we can truly see—
The best of us, the best we’ll be.
This poem explores the complexities of human nature and society, questioning the delicate balance between freedom and control, power and love. It delves into the contradictions that define us as humans—our potential for both greatness and destruction—and envisions a world where we break free from the systems that hold us back. It's a call to awaken, to rise above the constraints imposed on us, and to embrace both love and truth as guiding forces.

I hope this resonates with you and sparks some deep reflection. May we all strive to build a world where humanity is free, not just from external chains, but from the limitations we place upon ourselves.
We connect to our
Own singular truth
Inexpressible by word
                           Relayed by the heart
                           The space where
Solitary reflection
                             Tightens my throat
Mixes emotions
                             Until colours run

Leaving nothing
Bar mottled visions
Held back
                    By their own significance
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