time to be alone
on a bench under the trees
time to see how leaves fall
silently on the grass
as the world watches us
in mutual
idleness
this is what lazy Sunday is all about
doing nothing
reconstructing the pieces of
the past week.
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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