it has no more teeth
there are deep sunken eyes
like an eclipse
the sound of the parking area is harsh and the
ambiance of the center stage is dark blue
and when the lights faded
the tables were already
empty
a lady beside me
has gray hairs
she must be older
by twenty years
like the much awaited name of
this May concert
she gives me the reason
for watching
she comes from a far place
it was the talks
the refined rumors of advertisement
that pushed her
towards this presence
i shared what i wish i could not
have said
and praxie need not really
hear this
lest i be a cruel absence
it is because we were once
together in the room with that shoe-throwing
music teacher and we want to recall
the episode of shame
nothing more
he played what i think was eccentric
eclectic and electrical
there was no good vocal
or ponder
we left before midnight
and i think it was enough courtesy
for good taste
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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