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An Ode To My Pc

You make the minutes dribble
Down the meanderings of time
First drizzling 
Then dripping
In dribs and drabs
Then dropping 
In driblets
That drain the hours
And drown the days 
And I
With my drowsy eyes
My drifting mind
And shaking hand
Turn a deaf ear
To the hue and cry
To the whys
And the wherefores
of your fatal lure
For I have no time
To let go of you
And live my life
As you have already
eaten it up

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Life's Ironies

Don't ask too much or ask for much!
You'll be a nuisance if you do.
Yet, don't forget to ask anyway!
It'll be mere nonsense if you don't.
Dare to take risks, you, foolish friend!
You'll thrive way more if you do.
But avoid great risks by the way!
Nobody can stay safe if they don't.
And there you go!
On and on without respite,
coldly bombarded with do's and don'ts.
"It's that we care, ungrateful clay," 
you'll hear them sing all day long. 
 Shielded by benumbing praise,
they will, by all means, 
enforce their self-proclaimed rights 
to be the bearers of universal truth
the only ones 
endowed with clear foresight
and blessed by wisdom's light 
the elect of life's ironies 
who must school and rule
without request 
without consent
with if and can, 
and cant and rant

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Blossom

Over the moon? 
Below the stars!
Betwixt a waking dream and benumbing reality ...
A baby-faced blossom tries to summon up its courage
before faring on a quixotic quest to face the raging current
that all the while
is threatening to engulf it if it does not swallow its pride.
But once again,
it falls short of breath 
and succumbs to the roars of the intimidating tide.
It dilly-dallies:
rarely in a carefree manner …
mostly in restrained desire ...
Subjugated? Nay! 
For it hankers after freedom and yearns for defiance.
Subdued? Aye!
And how on earth can it aspire to sham feats of resistance 
when it is evermore compelled to don unbefitting attire?
Oh, the poor naïve blossom!
What a shame it is to be an entity of irreconcilable paradoxes!
How come it hearkens to the harp of silence singing the tunes of (re)birth
while listening silently to the deadening melody of the obscure choir?
Does it behove it to pop its head through the few exit doors left ajar
when it does not dare to lift the latch and follow the light? 
Yet, on an afterthought: why be so harsh on so fragile a creature
that is attuned to the ebb and flow of nonsensical waves?
A tamed cry is still a cry: a call for help, a call for life!

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To a Very Special Lady

Above all, she’ll do her part
Far from the spotlight, from rounds of clap,
From sincere compliments and false flattery,
From haughty advice, and rancorous envy.
Above all, hers is 'the moon and stars',
A dream of brighter days to come
twinkling in the eyes of her kids, 
Children she didn’t give birth to,
Yet,
They are her stars, and she is their moon,
Infusing hope into their trying lives.
May you forever fare well my young lady!
You shall always be like a heal-all, a magic potion, 
A breath of fresh air in the midst of indifference,
A caring mother whose purity comforts the aching soul
And lightens the heavy load. 
Blessed may your bountiful deeds be
Which, 
Above all, 
Shall engrave your touch on all hearts and minds.

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My Everything

You're my mirage
My sweet confusion
My ever-receding horizon
My pleasant delusion
You're my make-believe
My fake spring of strength
My unabashed weakness
that sips my will at length
You're my unrivalled fiend
My never-ending quicksand
My self-proclaimed friend
My imaginary homeland
You're my bitter desire
My incurable infection
My humane tormentor
My everlasting addiction
You're my everything
My broken all
Coffee, my coffee
for which I evermore fall

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Uncharted Seas

Uncharted seas
they are sailing in
time and again
along lines of flight
they defy surveillance
and smuggle 
their clandestine dreams
braving
propaganda
indoctrination
derision
oppression
and whatnot
They elude despair
and evade the smear
of the myriad accusations
hailing them
each time they dare
to word their needs
and speak their hearts
infantilism
immaturity
ignorance
irrationality
greediness
disloyalty
lovers of anarchy
and whatnot
Those unseen
whose eyes 
are riveted on
tolerance
equality
justice
equity
and whatnot
they will never 
give themselves up
to that old mantra
once bitten, twice shy

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Mon Semblable

Hey you, dear reader!
You over there
immersed in this fairy world
lost in this wonderland!
"Mon semblable, mon frère"!
What if
life goes awry
and plans do stray
from the intended course
from the traced way
without a cause?
Won't you crave to have a say?
What if
your hopes
your wishes
are all the day
despicably belittled
and thrown away
without a cause?
Won't you ache to have a say?
What if
such a dissonant fray
you're written away
and told to stick to
the puppet's part
in a sham play
without a cause?
Won't you die to have a say?
But what if
your feet of clay
your cherished memories
all that to which you tenderly cling
refuse to yield in low obeisance
to the whims of those that pre-emptively seek
to clip your wings and blockade the way
for fear that you may
believe in your ambitions
and dare follow a dream you're not meant to have
or God forbid
you even may
strive to stand tall in a place you're not meant to tread
?
Out of defiance or out of ennui
believe it or not
You'll end up having a say
And with good intentions
you'll pave the way
to hell for those who meanly pray
to see you fail day after day
to heaven for those who like you pray
to reach their goals
without obliging souls for that to pay.
Yet, pay attention!
Complexes will always be a part of who we are
inferior, superior, sceptic, naively optimistic ...
Just do not let them out of boredom
hypocritically meddle with the others' life!
Oh, you reader! "Mon semblable, mon frère"!

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To the Journey's Fountain

I stood on a high spot of the mountain,
wholly bewitched by the astounding view.
I gazed in marvel at the small fountain
from where my journey had started anew.
How pale and petty she looked from afar!
Yet, how fresh and splendid she seemed to me,
who prized all the steps from her on a par,
For to the whole process she was the key.
She stood tall and pointed to the summit;
Then whispered gently: “You have just set out!
Follow your dream! Strive to realize it!
Believe in it and let your will be stout!”
I assured her that I would never stop
Climbing through my journey up to the top.

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Hyphenated

This is what I am enjoined to be:
Hyphenated !
Bound to vacillate between self-aggrandizement and self-annihilation
I straddle two unrecognizable worlds
only to find solace in none
I am the begetter of my malaise
all made of ungraspable memories and deferred living
Unable to liberate presence from the grips of absence
I dwell on both edges of supposed being
that meanwhile refuse to be reconciled
?for fear that I dare reconstruct my long lost identity
There I stand
a hyphenated land
gazing at imposed images
donning the masks of free choice and self-agency

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Un-Fairie Queen

An un-fairie queene
from an unchivalrous tale
lumping and clumping
off beaten tracks
down beaten ones
so beaten
that they click and crack
criss-crossed with crabgrass
so tall that it looks
like some fiendish crag
it crassly sticks to soles
and copiously 
feasts on clothes
not only that
there are the pools
mighty, classy and cool
clamouring loud and clear
to be given their due
for they are 
the sole claim to fame
of those grumpy roads
they welcome cars
with their clip-clop
and lure them to splosh
to splash the passers-by
Then comes that tired 
un-fairie queene
holding a ray of hope
clinging to it
 lest it slip and fall
and though dim it is
she still believes
it can bring some light
and touch some souls
That’s what she has
her feet of clay
but come what may
she will forever
have faith
in her fairy ray.