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Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2021
Flowers smile with you,
Minarets call on thy prayer
As thou look, so stars stoop.
Incomprehensible dictum transpires.

Celestial beings dance at thy whims,
Obscure reckoning is made apparent.
As thou sayeth, so do they bow.
So is everything in thy being, manifested.

Standing small and yet too tall,
At ease a human; inside- a mountain.
What rock could stand in thy stead?
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2021
Apparitions appear by portioned parchments

Surround these words
as letters decor about

Hungry for salvation,
a means to their end
of watch’

finding solace, and safe haven. .. a refuge from eternal damnation

Right beneath the citadel of the nib that splays ink-etched words on parchments

I hear their plea and
splay them threadbare
for eternity
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2021
Life happened to me

As I listened to etudes
And read philosophy

As I smoked
A few cigarettes m
And ate a lot of rice

As my beard turned grey and
my hair had to be dyed black

As my love matured
and i matured with it

I let it happen to me
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2021
Talk not of people how very sane;
They tear and burn, they droop inflame
Figure not how soon, they drift away
They were not yours, they go astray
How fine the fickle minded brain !
It tickles, turns and rocks and rains
Inferring merely in whims and charms
Reckoning unknowing at a single disarm
Misfired flames that bring to ruins
The gentle laughter into heckled fumes
Fuming rage that never could ****
Yet, had enough to sincerely reveal
Displaced prejudice or hurtful losses
Not the flower, that I knew apostle
Sincere my wishes, apologies true
I beg, conclude and give in to you
I feel too much. I apologise all too quickly.
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2021
I long to stand a moment more, to
Bask in spring time summer’s cove
For I am cold~ the skin turns pale
Such chills I feel, it grows in scale

Till evening come to rescue mine
Light off me beam, I burn to shine
Been dark enough, it does not die
Been drear enough, time to defy |

This paper boat you sail in hopes
Let currents take it up the *****
Why give it strength, let it just fly
How far can will (lone) carry thy?

Rest, O Passenger_ you shall not reign
Morning is nigh, this midnight wanes
And light so peers, but of what use?
This moonless night, you don’t refuse !

Take heart then in thus standing out~
There have been more, be on lookout
Find path where there have been none
Pathfinder, seeker ~ you just begun !
A poem on hope. Especially when there’s none.
Zhavaed Haemaed Dec 2020
A loud mind
pierces all the calm
of the silent 4am

The angel of sleep
is on a sabbatical day
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
Where is my old childhood lost
A paradise it was in those fields
I long now for a untimed halt,
A way back to those reveries.

The Sun barely lightens up the soul,
It is, within me   . .. winter freeze.
A sabrelight of foregone days strike,
A forlorn descent into insanity.

Optimism comes at a price, of course,
There is but not much to usurp.
Thus I sit in despair and toil _
Away to faraway runaway scenes.
Foreboding, apprehensive are the skies,
My thoughts, my muses .. only company.
Hiraeth is a Welsh word for homesickness or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person
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