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Born May 2020
Then I'll be stuck in the epicenter
Of a very catastrophic outbreak

I'll be exposed
Maimed
and wonder if technology
Is the cause or savior of my fate

I won't listen
and settle on a very reasonable ignorance

I'll cling to God
Like we always do
And wonder if I'll go back when this is over

I'll blame everyone but myself
Rant and explore probabilities

I'll do what we do best
I'll be human
Born Apr 2020
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Dear 18th century
I thought you should know that
earth has officially been destroyed
  Apr 2020 Born
Sameer Denzi
The perpetual fair at my little village
Is a sight to behold for one and all.
Vendors come from near and far
To sell their enchanting wares to all.

One is selling salvation guaranteed
for all of eternity with no toil at all.
Another sells you virtual reality
To escape from your daily slavery.
While another sells you eternal youth
So you can always indulge your vanity.
There's one selling grandiose schemes
On how one day you can bathe in gold.
Such are the vendors at our village fair
Selling such great wares to one and all.

But when a man arrived at our great fair
Giving 'common sense' free to one and all,
He was ridiculed by all for being a fool
and threw his ware as far as they could.
What good can come form this”, they said,
its worth so little that he's giving it away
If common sense wasn't so "common" maybe we'd value it a little bit more.
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Born Apr 2020
Am just a lazy poem born, crafted by a tired soul
Words seem illusive when you try to
Pound them out of a dead mans brain

Some poems feel like a resistance
Against some invented ideals
Tainted by imposed patriarch
Who know nothings
but holds onto a scripted reality

Ugh, Am just a lazy poem tuning into
A frequency of love
the ballads and broken heart
the blissful days
the  trust cemented by hope
And the wishes cealed by prayers


Some poems feel like funerals and weddings
the tears that can't be held back
the flowers, the scent
the memories and cealed fate
And the promises of what the future holds
Born Apr 2020
Life happened
And dust settled on silence
Nothing could be said
Nothing could be heard

But memories
Could be felt
Born Apr 2020
Peddling through her dreams
Wondering if she has sacred spaces

In a world deluge by darkness
She needed to trace those places
Born Mar 2020
Took a break from writing
Been enveloped in what seems to be a
Confusing reality,
And the repercussions of everything

Been arguing or discussing
With a friend about world  economy
And how the world has become a global village.
And the warning signs of how this could be devastating than 2009 recession
And the devastating consequences of our ignorance when it comes to politics

Been 8 months, since I truly sat down and wrote something
Something like a poem, a shade of reality or a rant, as I famously call them

Been awhile since I wrote about what I believe
My perception on our cultural activities, societal uh-uhm "clings"
All that ticks with our behavioral patterns
Religions, last I checked I was reviewing lord Shiva ( Hinduism) and Buddhism
Intresting stuff

Isolation and social distancing

Got me thinking of how we live our lives
Wondering if social media has been isolating us and the governments are just making it official?
How we are dependent on virtual reality!
How lonely one can be!
What and who matters, me, you, us, them, vanity!
Why we fear death and never live our lives preparing for it!

Life

I don’t have a certain answer to the big questions of why and how to live, but my best guess is that life is a playful act best guided by curiosity.
Children intuitively know this, of course, but the rest of us become rigid over time
We harden ourselves to deal with change and uncertainty. We forget how to play, and we get so busy making plans that we no longer know what it takes to lose ourselves in simple moments without always being bound to a clear purpose.
This is the problem of seriousness — an entirely passionless state that gets mistaken for maturity


That's it

I don't know whether to call this a come back, or a faltered decision inspired by humans or the current events. But nonetheless, I'll be writing and sharing my perception of certain or uncertain realities. This is the best way to share myself with the world.
Zat Rana inspired life
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