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Nov 17 · 8
The grandeur of Being
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?
Epiphanies
Nov 2 · 23
The written word
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
Nov 2 · 157
Happenstance
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

And
I let it happen to me
Apr 2 · 177
Contrite’
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.
Apr 2 · 86
Espoir’
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.
Dec 2020 · 351
Unsleeping
Zhavaed Haemaed Dec 2020
A loud mind
pierces all the calm
of the silent 4am

The angel of sleep
is on a sabbatical day
Nov 2020 · 258
Hiraeth
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
Nov 2020 · 360
Working class zero
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
My piano keys were meant to
click notes of an ethereal realm

Now, alas ..
They just tip tap on the laptop keyboard
at the whims of a nonsensical existence ..

Sigh !
Anyone having to work hours on the laptop would relate.
Nov 2020 · 336
Courtships at dawn
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
I look at you .. your countenance and demeneour .. how one eyes follows the other and curls of your hair address this courtship unknowingly .. and at a gaze when all at once, my eyes brush off your glance, . hiding in plain sight, what our gentle nudges couldn't hide ..

You do not say .. in fear and worry for what might, I do not ask .. illusions of my habits overcomes.. and yet, we nurture that infinitesimally small fire .. hoping meekly in our hearts .. that something or some force would cater to our reconciliation .. but it never does.
A courting by the falling snow.
Nov 2020 · 234
C'est la vie
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
There is a mist that seems flowing
Upon that which was once clear,
A fog of emotions glooming over
And a wretched, untethered fear.

A life lived but limitless, yet in
Pensive misgivings doomed.
And a life lived all too fully yet
In anxious unease consumed.

Is one single moment of Eureka
Be best a man could conquest?
Or a lord, or a lover.. say, together
Could one lifetime ever manifest ?

There are doubts in those living
A manual, never was .. on Life
Serendipitous journey, is it not then?
What an adventure, 'tis to be alive !
What is life but a series of events unfolding in front of your eyes. Cherish the visuals till they last.
Nov 2020 · 284
Taosim
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
When you're falling do not struggle
Let the pebbles under your feet guide you to a basecamp of opportunity.

It was never meant to be a continuous climb.
More of a climb and fall.

Look at music,
Look at light waves,
Such is the way of nature.
Who are we to defy that?
Be like water, flow.
Nov 2020 · 124
Existentialism 2.0
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
Existence, consciousness ..

who are we and what do we do ..
A puff out .. a drag of cold air, racing .. racing .. head full of existential thoughts  . ..
Living, a wine glass .. a shot of warmth down my throat  . . Emotions these running flow of consciousness .. why do I think it all ?

Lying, in the dark .. an athem of sort, in silence reforms .. ideas and lack of them .. and thoughts, a void is born !

Internalising emotions .. finding my thoughts so alive in this darkness  ..
Hurriedly may I pass away to a lack of form ..

Insanity .. beckons me .. and what more can I do but nod .. meaning, I seek meaning. And not an iota of cognition is ever got.

Tired, I am tired of life as I know it, the bones ache, the thoughts become nonsensical and we deliver as we are meant to .. not very sure, not very sound .. in the air . . drifting slowly, and surely .. towards an end.

What is this eternal rack of hell that we are accustomed to... What is this longing for something that has passed us far by .. who am I even, floating aimless .. who are we, under our skin tight hides.

Disaster in the waiting, a last beacon calls to the inward eye .. and I see, albeit shrouded in dark .. nothing. Alas, no meaning.. an absurd, surreal delusion called Life.
Nov 2020 · 184
A subtle affair
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
She grasped me by the notes of affection. Making me believe that, once more I can love .. that emptiness is not my destination .. making me complete and insurmountably whole .. what fell me down to rigorous discourse .. could she be the one to open my shell .. I have explored the idea, not much by far.. for affection is in its own place.. commitment is its own.
On love and flirtation. On adulting yet while living by your morals. It's all a fine balance.
Nov 2020 · 112
Being and nothingness
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
I have always felt so small ..
A ignoble blob of mass produced ****
An unstriking felt of ignoreable mass
And a unloving yet existing demonicon

What is this being that within me resides
This parenchymatous growth of emotions
This feeling, perceiving but never believing
Mass of substance that I am, that I may be
Or may be not.

Just a small nothingness of some being
Incapable of making it out intoto

Small, meek, not dangerous piece of nothing.

What shall it matter if I lose my form?

What shall it matter if I lose myself ?

Death, disintegration, entropy !!

Whichever word may you give it,
nothing does ever matter in the end
nothing ever comes right off it ..

Nothing, and then black.

Pitch. Dark. Bleakness.
Existential rants.
Nov 2020 · 186
The noonday demon
Zhavaed Haemaed Nov 2020
The noonday demon striking at midnight,
The end of daylight, shadowing my cove.
A journey solitary in obnoxious overtures,
Or of demise denouncing such pails of ruin.

The noonday demon that dwells in my head.
That black cat of old, it looms large nigh.
Insignia, memoribilia .. it's scriptures swell.
Inscriptions in alien hand scribble my mind.

The noonday demon pushes me on edge.
A hairlength between relapse and freefall.
Arbitrary insignificance caress my nerves,
Neurotic endeavours imminent, and I halt.

Halt for thought, convictions sedate.
Paralysis;  onset of dementia ensues.

And the noonday demon
Gobbles me up at midnight.
On depression, on looking at the abyss and being swollen up by it. On living with such a burden on your head, and yet making do like nothing is amiss.
Jun 2020 · 143
Lost
Zhavaed Haemaed Jun 2020
I walk slowly.
For I do not know,
Where I must go.

There are many a road
That afront me, fork out.

And yet I do not know,
The one I must take.

And thus
All I do is,
Walk slowly.
Jun 2020 · 1.4k
The Purple Butterfly
Zhavaed Haemaed Jun 2020
Don't touch me by the tender points
It hurts more than a soul can bear
Be gentle lest the pain doth spread
It moves me on to silent tears
Don't judge me as I let it pass
Let me lie down in bed & writhe
And wish for a reprieve of sorts
Or drug that cures me of this plight
How 'd you know how much it hurts
I have faked on a smile and laugh'd
Sanity hangs loose on edges now
If only I could alter the story's draft
Yet, clarity missing from how it ends
Unforeseen misadventures lie in wait
I have learnt to be at ease; with ache
And strife, this life & dragging weight
Anyone suffering from fibromyalgia will relate.
Jun 2020 · 178
The Gravedigger's Plea
Zhavaed Haemaed Jun 2020
Oh, how forgiven are we in death,
A price to pay, in the loss of life.
Oh, how unloved when we reside
Yet remembered so little, as we die
Living on in memories, of a few
That had, in life.. subtly touched us
And then cease to be, immaterial
Like many a soul has, before us.
Tragedy is when.. misunderstood,
And never were they, ever heard.
Tragic lives, and disavowed care,
And never was a beautiful word,
Catered to them, in their winter fair.
Do them a favour, and heed 'em well
As they .. in flesh, still breathe in air.
Do not,  please cry out in penitence,
And don their graves in flowers, rare.
Love them when they are still alive. For death will surely liberate each one of us.
Jun 2020 · 453
The Lost Ones
Zhavaed Haemaed Jun 2020
And away they go
The tender few
A voyage they
cannot return from

Eternal sleep
That beautiful soul
Relieved of all
hues and form

Embodied no more
Ever so impersonal
A life lived not full

And of families
and acquaintances
And memories left behind
The gentle face is no more !
**** depression. It has consumed way too many.
Jun 2020 · 408
The fall of Icarus
Zhavaed Haemaed Jun 2020
I was burnt to the core,
In the seething sun's fire.
There was ash all across
Aloft eccentricities' desire.
Sprawling nebulae of blue,
Lasting more than a flicker.
It was light years, I flew,
Mad lust, none did figure.
Fierce love for the ball
And the fire in it raging.
As I crashed at my fall,
Just to rise as an aching.
Blackened coal, elemental
Ashen gray, smeared rife.
Thus I ran, and fell waning
And wax, till exited ..  life.
Icarus flew too close to the sun. The aphorism portrayed here, mildly takes inspiration from the Greek mythology.
Jun 2020 · 183
Twenty-five past three
Zhavaed Haemaed Jun 2020
Eerie when it's three twenty-five
In the mornings of a nevermore
Fiendish powers dwelling inside
Awakened in a feverous implore
Darkness harkens souls to stay
When in an illuminating twilight
Subconscious turns ashen gray
Plants suffering a certain blight
Sleep had long not hypnotized
Nights, they pass in dry spells
No ravens come a tip tapping
Upon my mind's sly betrothal
Yet, the witching hour beckons
My brain has a way of knowing
Night, just half of it is passed
Rest half would be my undoing
May 2020 · 265
Decipher
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
I was always  told
About my deep eyes
And it is true, for I see
Depth, in your being_
Inside your soul. Just
One look at your eyes
And I can decipher, the
Plethora of emotions,
Wreck'd, as whirlpools
Rising up, within you
I can see, devastation
In your being,
Of sleepless nights,
And endless trying, to
Put forth a brave face
Dark circles giving you
Away; I can see, clearly
All that you've b'n upto
May 2020 · 140
Enlightenment
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
I smile foolishly
There is everything wrong
Going on, in my life now
Yet, I laugh like an idiot
**** care, about it all
I have lived all too carefully
Picking pebbles on the way
I have sinned not too much
Pious is the delirious clay
What else can I say, I do not
Try to defend all that I have
Lived; and I smile coyly
What has anyone begotten
By not living it in other way?

Find yourself, live to seek
Seek and pursue, until clear
It becomes. Until you find out
All that there is to find out !
Or you die trying, with the
Knowledge, of not have gone
Down, without even a stare.
May 2020 · 209
A thoughtful bouquet💐
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
Looking at you, ten minutes or more
As you did look, let out vacant stares.
I tried not much, just stood my ground
In such intricacies, love; I disappeared
How elegant you seem, without trying
Too much; the red in lips, awestruck !
The hair in a bun, in an all perfect black
Apparition of your being, it is flawless.
Dear, I am smitten in such hues you don
The reds and blacks and whites and on,
The due in dots, and cells eloping out.
Imagery adding _ layers to your form
Who then, be, creator to your frame ?
A bold tryst in stolid magnificence !
Who then, birthed such countenance,
In contemplation, I just wither away.
For a moment now, for a moment till
Let me just bask, let my soul fill
And in beauty, won't it, I consume.
Refuel my heart, for the dry dunes.
Let me just stare, as you do stare
In art that brings you, alive
today.
Let me just stand, deep in thought
And offer you a thoughtful bouquet.
May 2020 · 96
Impermanence
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
And, aren't we all characters in
life's eternal play

Once speaking our lines, and the next _ exit stage.
May 2020 · 543
troupe en twain
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
'twas March, I saw you first
in your slender demeanour
mute shine on your lips, adorn
Silent when I moved across
just behind, in queue.. to you
Introduced hath an acquaintance
the gentle vibes about you
the poems that you hadn't yet writ
the pen that had yet not wrote
It was similarities, I had seen
flowers that graced your wall;
Striking carnage in my mind
dissimilating my being,
And, finally in triumph, declared
yourself, I _ an adversary
Oh, but why, an adversary?
Since we could decide on
being likeminded friends
May 2020 · 291
Zugzwang
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
My little game of  Chess
That I played, with you
Making subtle moves
Hinting all too softly
Allowing impasses
Offering a pawn
Renouncing knights
Denouncing  a  bishop
Even giving up my Queen
That trying game of  Chess
It appears, has come to a stale
Without one word spoken, without
An idea or intellect having being shared
My dear, I have not tried hard enough, and
I shall never be the wiser for not having made a move
May 2020 · 322
Epiphany
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
A few good books,

A few good songs, and

The relentless march of time

What else would you call life?
May 2020 · 190
The Nether bard
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
I am damaged goods
A corruption of heart
Up from abyssal depths,
Down to desolate clouds.
The fragment lying between
I am not the incessant air,
A rage of non awakening.
Culmination of all fears.
No words do then, describe
me; I do not conform to rules.
Exception I am; ambiguous
A regular consonantal fool ?
Decreed to consume it all
I carry a ravenous thirst.
Unchecked; I grow fervor
A demon, I am accursed.
Where, then, do I find home
Where does my soul belong ?
Whom shall I call my tribe
Then; what do I, thus long ?
I am damaged goods, get ye'
I do not conform to codes.
I belong to the nether realm
Let me lie, in my .. abode.
Do not then, exhume me,
I have chosen to slither in. And,
Lie dormant in the underground.
Where exist I may, in quiet
Lie hidden away, from the
carnal realm, I want none of it.
A monster of my own making,
A necromancer of the Undead.
An ode to both Dostoevsky and Lovecraft. I tried describing the existential pain of being in a world where you understand too much and thus are left, disappointed in everything, people.
May 2020 · 126
Unrequited
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
I preached him
To ask the tough
Questions

But who will
Ask them
For me?

My Jasmine thoughts
For you, are
Withering dry

They see nought
But an arid dead sea
May 2020 · 972
Inside a PPE
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
The Price of Sanctity

Hazy.. blind, I can't see a thing,
Sweat; an ocean__and I drown.
Trickling, feel rivers down my spine
Scorched, an all too normal tryst.
Elements, lost; wasted in the heat,
An itch; how quitely it goes ignored.
This headache. **** this headache
Someone get me a salve.
2 hours !
Twice has the clock ran by,
5 more, er..
But, can I last any long ?
Water ! No water ! No fluid
Traverses in to / without _
Hell ? No, it is dead men walking.
Heaven ? Has there ever any been?
Natural, welcome to the new order.
Living, shall never be any the same.
Working in a CoViD 19 ward. Inside the PPE. These thoughts came to mind as I jotted them down.
May 2020 · 124
Intuition
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
The heart knows                when it knows

Follow the fluttering butterfly inside you,

Always.
May 2020 · 144
Passion
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
Don't
hold back
your love,
let it rain.
Advise to someone in love
May 2020 · 255
Souls on fire
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
Don't live in hope for a better future. The better future we hope for is a farce. Live now, love now, love fiercely. Make each moment count.
Advice to a friend in love
May 2020 · 1.0k
Principium: día tres
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
Only in the darkest of times,
does the light shine most bright.
Only upon heathen lands, do flowers bloom most pretty ..
For if it was not for the dark, we would not have known light_ and if we were not witness to such droughts, would we ever sing rain songs ?
A tree blossoms in spring, because it had withered away, in its winter.
The water from the rain skies flow as answer to those repugnant summers. As you grow older, so you see the beauty in pain .. and as it makes you wiser, you do not see anything, ever the same..
Life is not distasteful, if you have a wider eye .. be observant, my child, be marvelously alive ..
And this and nothing else, would have been thy calling, and this and nothing else would be meaning to your being !
May 2020 · 272
J' te aime'
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
Through thick and thin,
       Through every clamoring din,
You have been my unfaltering constant
May 2020 · 583
Rain
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
O Rain
Why do you
Make me so happy?

Yours truly,
Somewhere locked,
And unable to dance in your grace.
May 2020 · 376
Principium: diá Uno
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
The fortress that which is your mind
May find not such turmoil as harsh
And instead might as well, rejoice
The shackles which at present bind
Or may be, but it shall doth budge
The resolve of its castles strong
And surely not, it shall not smudge
Ordeal undertook by genial souls
What may be, will have then begun
Fear not, have faith on the virtuous
Path; Think not, what if but of the
Good, that has_ and in time you will
Clearly see; mental tenacity will be
Yours, decreed; Have just clear head
Upon thy broadsword. Nothing else
Will have; or will ever matter more !
Reflections inside CoViD ICU as a duty doctor.
May 2020 · 155
Chronophobia
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
Whatever you want to do, whoever you want to embrace, do so today. The mind creates an illusion of a better future.. but there can only be so many tomorrows, let alone a promised future. The only thing that ever mattered or will matter is the here and now. Relish. Flourish .. and take flight.
May 2020 · 138
Amor Fati 🌹
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
No one is making it out of here alive .. Not the obsessive compulsive hand washer who is picky lest he catches a germ no antibiotics can cure;
Not the pious cleric who prays righteously in hope for a safe haven in the next world;
Not the lovers on the  tree tops who are deluged knee deep in a hormonal immortality of old;
Not the millionaire who will do anything to have that transplant only to extend his sufferings in this world !
Not even the hedonistic party animals who have anyway accepted their fate.. No! None of us are making it out of here ..
We will cease to be ! Will be forgotten ! Our innards eaten by worms as we become fodder for the grass that grows on our graves .. Love your fate then .. Cherish this life .. this gift to think .. it wades out in to the ocean where we will all meet .. not as an individual .. but as a collective whole _ a consciousness this Earth has inherited and continue to resculpt '

Amor fati _🌹
Apr 2020 · 99
Flawed existence
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
All great minds have been called insane .. Superfluous indulgence in petty day's gossip is not where human consciousness is supposed to find it's grave_Indeed ! They know not .. the beauty of the other side ..A place not easily accessible ... A bridge not visible.. The ladder too steep .. Or maybe hidden in plain sight !They see not ! They care not !
They just continue in their petty herds !
Of everyday groceries !
And predictable backbitchings !
How shallow, how very shallow !
Written to depict my dislike for the flawed existence we live everyday.
Apr 2020 · 2.1k
Stargazing at Leh
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
"Lie beneath the galaxy in a cathedral silence,
Stay up till the Sun dives behind arid eminence."

Out there in the seething cold sun,
The glint blinding all that I could see,
Light headed, drowsy for a lack of air,
Disconnected from all that to me dear,
And disconcerted of all that came prior,
Or was about to ensue..
.
I found myself ✓
First two lines credit to the original author. The rest is an original follow up to the same ..
Apr 2020 · 126
The Looking Glass
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
Think of windows here,
As a part of you.. halves
And quarters division;
albeit in unequal measures.
Think of them .. as a
gateway to your soul.
The Spectacle seen
Peeping through, may
be your revelation clear.
Think of clouds at the top,
A head full of dreams.
Plethora no mortal could,
One lifetime, found wanting
A singular life is so unfair.
Think of green fields, lush
An ever fleeting illusion
A maritime expedition !
Gentle discord of youthful years.
Think of the collosal trees,
And how they have grown.
Over the years.. into you.
Unfathomable phenomenon.
Dizzying, if you try surmise.
Think of the divisions,
Conflicted contradictions.
They are necessary rebellions.
Barely mindful of all they divide.
Think of the picture whole,
A graceful dishelvmemt,
Puzzle pieces nonplussed.
Chaos in divisions unified.

Pause, now for a moment
And think
the glass that
gives it all,  perspective.
Refracted wisdom oodling
to guide you the way !
Reflections making you
mindful; so you may not
forget.

Head full of clouds,
Feet glued to the ground.

Couldn't your reckoning
be any clear ?
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
Breathless, dizzying. A pain there. Ouch ! Why do my feet hurt? Pebbles ! This climbing to the top. Narrow, could it be any worse? Oxygen, so abruptly scarce. Darkness, pierces the gleaming light. What's that sound? Shussh, merry people alight. Laughter? But a scared child cries. Melancholy? This ascent to the top. The views? Absurd and surreal torpor. The top. Finally, I have arrived. Yet, Desolate. Fearful. Impending doom. Sandals, where are my sandals? I feel unclad. This outrageous wind, cutting me up. Dissected, operated. An angst is born. Go away, not today. An escape ensues. Haste, a quick descent. As my sandals call. And I beckon, and I beckon. 👣
Apr 2020 · 176
An Elegy
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
My evening star stopped shining bright
It went off course, into the dark night
I saw it not, for it was.. perhaps a year
Or so it appeared to a brooding mind
I had nurtured it true, for my sore eyes
Every ev'ning, its twinkle w'd bring me
Delight; but off it went, into the black
Never to soothe my eternal sore eyes
It left me stranded, who w'd have seen
The end to our rendezvous, I c'd never
Foresee_ it had been pure intimacy of
A different kind; why then retire into
The dark night, why resign dear, w'out
A single sigh ! A shining star, my wont
Eternal companion of the forever sky?
Alas ! It flickered bright then died out.
Apr 2020 · 416
Nefelibata
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
You were born a cloud chaser,
Why, then do you fear touchdown.
You were born a cloud walker,
Why then do your thoughts,
sometimes, crash and burn ?
Apr 2020 · 249
On religion
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
If you wish to strive for peace of soul
and pleasure, then believe;
If however, you wish to be a devotee of truth,
then inquire, question !
Apr 2020 · 353
Oddball
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
The stitch in mine
Is not like yours
A cut deep down
Into my soul
Am made of dust
From stars below
In shades I flourish
Deep dark I flow

At home I am
Inside my hull
Away from bias
Rubbed in salt
Away from dispute
Hatred immense
Inward I look
In my defense

Observer of time
A soul so old
Rivaling the titans
I stand so bold

Infuriating accession
From exterior advances
Yet trudging along
Onwards alone

I go
Apr 2020 · 59
Unloved
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
He is not the friendly one.
He has not been shown love.
Ever, in his life_ And, He cannot
discern my love for the very
cruelty he is otherwise used to ;(
#unloved #misfit #loveless #poetry
Apr 2020 · 154
Misfit
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
Can I rest now?
Spend the evening tracing roots
Try to grasp the awe i.e Poe
Doyle & Christie's original truth
Can I revere now?
At a genius' mind of old
While Chopin fills the backdrop
With his beautiful tones
Can I withdraw now?
From all the noise there is,
From all the ire there is,
From all the strife there is.
Can I just get lost?
For this moment that slithers,
For a retreat not far away,
To events not common today.
Go on what's stopping you?
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