C.C. Arshagra’s poetry is bold, experimental, and deeply introspective. His work often challenges traditional poetic forms, blending rhythm, sound, and raw emotion to explore themes of love, consciousness, and human connection. Arshagra’s voice is both spiritual and rebellious—seeking truth beyond language while questioning social and artistic conventions. His poems flow with stream-of-consciousness energy, drawing readers into a space where words become movement and thought becomes song. Through this fusion of sound and meaning, Arshagra invites readers to feel poetry not just as text, but as living energy that transforms awareness itself.
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| CC Arshagra |
No Kings Day
My blood runs beat
And the last word is read
By a poet with no name
No fame
And no party affiliation with compliance
So, freely close those consumer branded eyes
And you can still feel the vibration
Soul-shiver you resonating
Even after all the headlines read
The ministry of truth has spoken
OCTOBER 18TH, 2025
C.C. Arshagra
Wait's Blame
Wait's blame to the weigh
of air not in the sky's beyond
And more for the one last breath within you
traveling less and full of empty wonder
Going home
To the end of harm's questions waiting
for the next breath to be last again
Going homeward into mystery is un-possessed
where soul stands laughing in the silence of love's go
Complete Naked Honesty
Free falling through eyes wide open
As the wind of alive fills the room of life
A piano nearby listens
Dreaming in the key of flesh
All the silence in the world moves here
The heart of risking nothing and everything at once lifts time
Fear cannot ever fly this high to see you in the other without guise
Fright has too many masks and no way to remove them
****-time is gravity’s secret gift to those who only dance with true abandon
Beings unafraid of fiery tears laughing and wanderlust exposed
No other way home
Every moment is dying
On lips that live within words and the whispers of thoughts stir
Everything said and heard contains the death of afraid now
Every soul step closer is leaving all clocks behind
The first kiss can wait forever
For it has already caressed complete naked honesty
We shiver
Choosing
To never harm how all love is sacred
