CELLULAR ROMANTICISM

Gloomy darkness. Starless all-ness-magan.

 Fated ones feel such

 a sickening persecution

 When suddenly they are condemned:

 From scapegoats to mere victims,

 expendable dust!

 

Some Methuselah's burden

 the proud sea bears

 With its pregnant waves of siege.

 Perhaps Pandora's long-lost secret box!

 Perhaps the budding, personal romances

 of miscarried kisses?

 - Outside, the wind conveys

 the clamorous tossings

 and tumult of voices! 

The bone-crushing waters are frozen

 like frozen loves. 

Behind the rushing clouds,

 the birds of machines are twittering,

 chirping among themselves:

 at least they are happy!

 Wrapped in tourists' favourite cage-sites:

 through dawn's wounds

 my sleepless minutes are restless.

 If the air turbulence and shakes beneath me!

 Do you see me, you only one,

 you priceless one,

 pass over your head? 

Do the proud eyes of the envious,

 the haughty of the proud see me?

 A stormy lover looks me

 in the face daily,

 And, if I am in him,

 flirts with me flirtatiously!

 In the desolate sand-dune landscape,

 the unparted darkness broods and sleeps.

 Blurred shadows, ghostly shapes

 I gaze beyond the bus-window

 with surprising anxiety

 - My travelling existence long forgotten

 by my dear heart's throb!

 Upward with the sea goes,

 proudly the lace of skies

 The colossus of Rodosian castle besieges:

 perhaps cherished 

footprints of cold relations?

 Perhaps the confessions of Fidelity?

 The majestic dance of sea foam

 gives goose bumps to

 exhilarating cellular romance!