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Best Poems Written by Fariq Yusoff

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Love Always, Your Grandson

His limbs misplaced.
His presence weak.
His actions laced.
His sweat reeks.

Inevitably trapped.
Careless existence.
Leaking, dabbed.
Inherent resistance.

Awaiting….
Cessation…
Inviting….
Expiration….

Delayed Exit.
Troubling loves.
Features placid.
Destination above.

His inside crumble.
Just within reach.
His outside humbled.
Welcoming immortal sleep.

Dear Grandpa,
I bid you farewell.
You’ve been strong, I saw!
Its been intolerable, I can tell.
You have been missed in our hearts.
Still learning the lessons you teach.
Our love will hold and never part.
Your spirit always near, always within reach.

17th April 2015

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The Education

A Universal school exist,
Beyond thoughts and emotions,
With teachers that push and persist,
Of knowledge more vast than the oceans,

Yet there are no graphs or experiments,
No homework or exams,
No curriculum to implement,
No coach or a guiding hand,

Like how the Earth revolves around the Sun,
So does the Universe, around an Individual,
Let the forces of gravity become undone,
To restore all hopes to its pinnacle.

Everyone has a story, complicated yet full,
No matter the glory, hardship that pushes or pull,
Reality has only one task, to grow and evolve,
Through the questions we ask, let it sow to resolve.

A fork in the path that leads us to a choice,
To persevere or stay rooted to our knees,
No matter what, have faith and rejoice,
For it's never the destination but in the journey.

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I Am Not a Robot - Sedoka Contest

I was a machine,
     Full of valves, pipes and wires,
          Execute as per programmed,

Commands are in sync,
     To be leased or for hire,
          To maintain corporate scam,

Something sparked within,
     Burnt with chemical fire,
          Happenstance of the unplanned,

The mind starts to think,
     My Heart beats to aspire,
          Awareness starts to ascend,

No more a machine,
     Break down the empire,
          I am more than just a Man.

12 January 2016

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How I Got These Scars - Reality 1

Every reason equates to both the truth or curtains. 
Within the visible light of mind, unveil the blurriness or shade it for certain. 
Emotions are as true as the hands that caress it. 
The speech that moulds it and the yearning to believe it. 
Yet this world seems as corrupt as the mind who sees it. 
The darkness that envelops the thought, was taught and trained. 
Unknowingly and guided by hands that only crave Power. 
Dig in deep in the dissolution of thoughts and bind it with the warmth of Heart's embrace. 
Shed the layers of forced ideas and institution and break free the shackles of this illusion. 
Or brace the smoke of despair that entrapped the lungs and leave life gasping for air. 
Just to survive or let die in hopes that this hardship and lies are forgotten with death. 
Released from the burden of life's grasp. 
The choke of life that threatens all in a single minute wraith. 
That will forever alter our destiny and our path. 

Do you know how I got these scars?

I was broken and battered. 
Not by swords wielding battles.
No armies that conquered.
Just mere words and pictures that keeps me in shackles.

Every moment, a distinct invention of a monster.
Invoked into my being by images of societal ruptures.
Creating me into something unholy, those taunters.
Like a carcass, advertise me as meat for vultures.

I felt I was branded with faults, discarded by burning.
I felt I was tainted with salt, distasteful and disconcerting,
I feel I am as they visioned me to be, obese, ugly and demeaning.
I felt I was. I feel I am. Believing thus revealing.

Unknown and invisible, I hexed this insecurity.
Unwise and inaudible, perplexed within me.
Unfair and implausible, indexed unworthy.
Until no end, this forbids me to be a part of society.

Do you know how I got these scars?

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The Artist - Beautiful Scar

I am an Artist of sorts,
Of a magnificent artwork that cannot be bought,
A creation that takes a lifetime to complete,
A beautiful piece too sublime to compete,

Colours and shape that etched upon my canvas,
With brushes that hurt and scrape,
A timeless piece with mediums too diverse,
An emotional aesthetic of destiny and fate,

Each fragment, a memory of love and grief,
The outcome of lessons in life,
A detailed creation with no copy or brief,
Every stroke defining my strive,

Behold my artwork, revision of more to come,
Growth is the essence of my belief,
Scars may be just lessons to some,
But these are evidences of which I have lived.

Fariq Yusoff
20th November 2015

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The Potential

Is this tangible as depicted by my senses?
Never knowing if I am here or there in my alibi,
Foreseeing a multitude of path that lies in unison,
Intuitively choosing as choices disappear in the drag,
Nesting in my being, will I bid in a fond adieu?
If I am forced to say goodbye, will it even be mutual?
Take it away! This fondness of dystopia,
Existing in an infinite potential of a Singular.

Hint: 
One cannot exist without the other,
From one end of the spectrum to another.

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Fariq Yusoff

I am a creator.
Jack of all trades but a master of none.
I am a procrastinator.
Just always want to have fun.
I am a poet, A composer.
With a mouth like an unloaded gun,
A Skateboarder, A poser,
What will they think of my father’s son?

I am 30 but I don’t feel I am,
More like a 14 year old trying to grow a moustache, which I can’t!
Hate social media but has FB and Instagram.
The notebook of my experience and a selfie of me so tanned.
Not too tall or short. Average height from my land.
I am neither an Asian nor Singaporean, I am just a Man.
Believe in a world with no borders as much as I can.
Hoping dreams will come true so I can stop to pretend.

I am in love everyday for this, I only believe is real,
Profess as much as I can to my dearest of how I feel,
Countless mistakes with no regrets are my life’s ordeal,
Although jumping off cliffs are my favourite thrill,
I trust not in politics. My mind shut off and sealed.
Trying to get out of this matrix and all sorts of bills.
I manage for a living in an industry too ill.
Only these words can help me confess and heal.

My passion is thought. Thinking of everything that could be.
In love with the stars and the trees. The Divine Beauty!
Lost in the darkness of night with faint twinkle stars in this bright city.
Living in these moments with highest times. Here, it is never easy.
Contented. Appreciate. My creations are my reality.
Spread Kindness! Our actions are our only legacy.
Mysterious life. Within me a singularity.
I am. No one else in this Universe is like me.


April 8th, 2015
Fariq Yusoff

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Our Denial, a Paradox

There exist a place of such magnificence,
Where treasure holds true and knowledge holds you,
An endless map lays in evidence,
A puzzle to be construed, discovery is due.

Such amazement detoured from fascination of being,
Lost by a cause much selfish than is known,
An illusion blankets every sight of feeling,
A life of false freedom and conformity. We are owned.

To discover these riches of what lies before,
Vacant ourselves of all inculcation encountered,
Remove the credence of what have been stored,
Leaving nothing else to be accounted.

Reform thyself from the programs of thought,
Then all that is left is nothingness reaching,
For all the wars that each of us has fought,
Withered away in peace from the resolve we are seeking.

Refute such solutions of these imposters and half truths,
The shackles that encapsulate our every move,
Only with this denial, a new hope will manifest,
Re-building our home together as equals and nothing less.

Yet we are accepting the bombardment of lies,
Forging beliefs that is tying us up for our own demise,
We put confidence to this con, hoping we will rise,
Folding our hand, surrendering the dice.

Then slowly but surely, such magnificence we will forget,
The magic we hold and our essence withering away,
The future of mental slavery we will then blindly accept,
A debt with our lives, all of us will have to pay.

29th July 2016

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Green Eyed Monster

Hent my heart from wandering concepts of affection.
Recant the murmurs of insecurity that riddled my temple.
Like a slow wound toy awaiting release from a child's grasp and attention.
Toss and birl, whipsawed into the oblivion of life's gamble.

Take away this wretched knife in my side.
A knife that twist with every incantation.
Those bastards! Jackanapes! Stirring in the tides.
Exordium! When I appear to disappear. Insouciance!

This tires me into a gaumless breathing, beating whole.
Furl all I can, these product of fallibility and madcap.
As I breathe deep into a bibelot diamond. The centre of my soul,
I feel the urge to plotz from reminders and blankets.

As I indite a subtle line of assurance. I contrived.
Culling into materials and conversations. I quelled.
Forgoing this disposition. Finally, Peace has arrived.
Retribution in it full essence. Salient though dishevelled.

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My Big Bang Theory - Nighttime Musing

Envy devoured me as I witness the wind,
Caressing her milky complexion,
Gently blowing the hair off those defined rosy skin,
Revealing Stargates into Heaven,

Within the depths, finding warmth pouts and sultry smiles,
The smell of home flooded my memories,
Every touch and movements pausing the dials,
A stellar conquest of sublime mysteries.

Into being, I submerged in an infinite darkness,
An explosion illuminating the void, creating my Universe.

9th December 2015