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Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
Out by thy window to Hope
Thou seest, but the green sigh.
Hope for all other life shimmer,
As dark black consumes thy nigh.

Yet, thou resort to vile tirade, for
Samekind breathing thy exhaled air,
In knowledge, indictment just a mirage.
The anger merely reflection of a fear.

Do thee then, think in retrospect ?
Or do then, prospectively act ?
What shall be thy salvation ?
When thou deny, what is but fact !

Killing thy way to the top, Human.
Death ,destruction; ever on thy mind.
Why then do thee hope for revelation ?
To thy fellow never, thou were kind !

Ignominious downfall imminent,
Epiphany written on the wall !
It takes a toll to be sentient,
As thy numbers grow; to fall !

Nature can sustain only so much,
Thy ignorance, avarice as vile.
Preparedness never for this coming,
A war against all you did defile! Yet,

May thee rise from ashes, resurrected.
Sustenance, compassion_ thine aim !
All is not lost, if thou realise this,
Viirtuousity: thy only saving dame !
About the current times, about the pandemic, about what could have been done .. and how we still live in denial. I know it's a tad pessimistic, but care, there's light at the end of the tunnel.
Zhavaed Haemaed Mar 2020
Warm were hands that
gifted me flowers
White roses and
tulips in bloom
Scent nascent
sans sly fervour
Innocence intense
invigorating shy plume

Creased, the hands that
cleansed this fever
Wilted roses and
tulips no more
Torment was
listless subservience
My wildflower was lost
to shore

Waiting then for a Panacea
Is it futile, or is it hope
Crumpled, fractured
Is, my Pangea
Pray, deliverance !
A means to cope?
Zhavaed Haemaed Mar 2020
I am not here ..
This is not me ..
The hands. They're tied
The eyes, can they even see?
I am not here ..
My heart aches furthest away
My lips still taste freshness of the dew
Wisp of the morning air as I alight here
Those far off hills still hear my silence
Strengthen my arms to attain a balance
In an utterly unbalanced existence
Of bidding at a foreigners' coherence
Emotionally capsized as I try to rise
Mindless, alive _ as I count my breath
This is not me ..
I do not live here ..
Humility defeated at novelty's sake
Honesty killed at the behemoth's gate
Humming a hymn of the hilly way
Gathering pain for all It is at stake
Making a living, just not living today
This is not me ..
Find me someplace else
Have never been charred as I seem
Have never been jaded and careless
Over analysing was a known part
Yet I let it all just go by cynic's way
This is not me ..
I have to dream now
Final reprieve from this trying stay
Heaven stands witness I tried today
Quitting sans fight has never been my way
Caged yet with the birds I warged in today
Love in their flight, wish I could stay
Wish I could stay
I am not here
Not at all here
Today
Title credits: Radiohead !
Zhavaed Haemaed Mar 2020
Trudge on we must !
Strive on we shall !
One more day done !
Tomorrow lies in wait !
Glee fills us at times !
Sunshine other days !
Laughter, ours is eternal !
Dark clouds won't  prevail !

They said ,
Arise awake and conquer !
Stop not till work is heeded !

We replied ,
Our all to the suffering !
Death for many was defeated !

Solace in art she got !
Words had him comforted !
In service for someone to live !
They had their days limited !

Yet onwards to arms they went !
Valuable jewelry round the neck !
Hopeful the servitude was important !
Smiling faces on a weary back !
Zhavaed Haemaed Mar 2020
I am a tangled mess of wired emotions,
That flow on out from, haywire.

Ill-conceived, hapless use of my tentacles,
Connecting and disconnecting all the while.

Incorrigible, orchestrated rythm I follow,
Guilty as charged of culpable suicide.

Limited edition amongst an otherwise limitless species,
Slowly marching towards a spiritual demise.

Austere with my principles, I am
An embodiment of selfless grace.

Happy to readily disagree, I am
Also the pleasant sunshine in your face.

Punity dissolved upon your manners,
You won't find me dictating terms,

Yet the tangled mess of wires afront me,
Is untangled at a surly pace _


Unravelling lines to withdraw my mind,
Impromptu creation awaits.

The mess inside has been aligned,
I arrive at clarity's gates.

Today !
Zhavaed Haemaed Mar 2020
Poetry, a language that few speak,
Poetry, when unexpressed was received,
Poetry, in solitude akin in crowd..
Poetry, a wandering soul's retreat !
Words, my saviour in every respite..
Words, the lifeboat when my ship capsized,
Words, that conjoin all mindful there are,
In words, I bid adieu amidst this subtle midnight !
Zhavaed Haemaed Mar 2020
Light steps taken through teenage and out,
Into the labyrinth of knowledge immense.
The days he spent were rigorous & tough,
Enlightenment sought for a spiritual dance.
Six years went by and more eventually will.
The eternal student in the medical field.
Harrowing swiftly over his patients of old,
And sick and depleted and demented and cold.
He earned his due over their recovery, well
A touch of satisfaction akin divinity's swell.
Higher powers of cure none else could whim,
But wait, the pack made a all-knowing of him.
"How could he not cure the morbid of ills?
What use of his nobility if the reaper won still?"
And it was then that the violence did start!
With bare hands, metal bars and no holds bar!
He survived, near death_just mortal he was,
The in-fights & dog-fights & fist-fights too much.
With loss of faith and beliefs in shambles,
The young doctor, yet arose atop all scandals!

Distraught and desolate yet dauntless in will
He hopes for his servitude to have a meaning, still!
Written in solidarity with the doctor fraternity in India. The young gun, the best minds of the country .. being subjected to violence at the hands of those that, in their griveous hurt_ take it all out on the young doctor. For no fault of his.
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