I expected the whole world, But now, I have accepted my own world.
~ark
If a girl gets harassed in school, it’s probably because she didn’t braid her hair in two plaits or wore “provocative” clothing.
Marks are way more important than knowledge and street smartness.
The victim is a bully, and the bully is a victim.
Equality is a myth.
Adults can hold stupid grudges on young children who have done nothing to them.
Everyone wants perfect students but nobody is the perfect teacher.
Science students deserve more respect.
If one ant bites you, crush them all.
Blame the students for everything.
Education is a business. Its main aim is to accumulate wealth rather than give appropriate knowledge.
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
The Fall
And, as I watched the sun, Setting in the depths of the ocean, Sitting on the coast of darkness. I was relieved to witness, The rise of serenity. I laid on the sand, With a mind, finally free from the prison of thoughts. As the hours travelled like seconds, I soon realized that the peace wasn’t for long. Finding solace in the shed of despair, The sunrays will pierce my soul, again. The glare of the sun that followed me everywhere, With its fall, Will take everything with it, I will ever care for.
~ark
Once Again
There I stood,
Realising I repeated that once again.
No matter how hard I tried,
I still saw it returning from its exile.
My memory seems to disappear at the time,
Reappearing after the end.
I sighed pitying myself,
While I suffocated in regret.
I don't know what to do next,
I lost both energy and time.
Putting up my best smile,
I witnessed myself,
Missing my life's target,
In the process of erasing its lines.
~ark
Moving On
Reality sunk in, Imaginations came to an end. The chromatic life was now buried, The reign of truth finally flourished. The string of relations broken, Slowly strangled me to death. I said, I had already moved on, While I visited a new place wearing my old uniform. Bitterness is better than sweetness, they said, But I still wanted to read the chapters already read.
AND..
As I peeked through the closed doors, Confused between the two boats, I begged to find the pages I wrote, While I burned the ones they tore.
I Will Die Happy
In the forest of green, I ought to see the brown. Everyone restless to see the moon, I wanted a hindrance promised by the clouds. A fury hidden beneath me, I was the bearer of the burning crown. Turning the leaves in the ashes of nature, I found solace in the cracks of drought. My eyes were a curse, mind as well, Was I trapped in a spellbound? With the desire of another wound, I peeked inside my hatred profound. Relics of my happiness unalive, Made me suffer the pain they gave me throughout. Unaware of the path I'll choose, 'I will die happy' I vowed.
~ark
And, when I held it in my hands, I realized how beautiful, Someone's creation can be. How beautiful someone's vision can be, Their creativity, their minds, How beautiful a person can be.
~ark
Falling
I was falling, Deep into the air. It felt like I was flying, Descending in the layers. The ground would catch me, Why would I fear? Numerous hands tried to save me, I was just flying, why do they care? My excuses came to an end, I wish I would've dared. But, even if I held someone's hand, How do I assure myself, That those hands won't leave me, In the middle of somewhere.
~ark
Maybe they were better without my helping hand, Sucking on my feelings, I became a barren land, Maybe for them, I was never more than a friendship band.
~ark