it's nice to know that you will be there
on the 11th till the 13th
though i have other plans for my life,
cheat as i am,
i will be too stupid to follow the dictates
of my heart,
i will join you and give you
not the anatomy of the cat or the frog
i bring my own set of sturdy flesh
and hard bones
and wracking nerves
did i not tell you about the ecstasy
of risks?
that love when riskier is better.
the love that kills is true love.
the one who is killed is pure martyr.
so we will be there to share our limited resources.
is sharing a from of cheating then?
oh, common, mutual cheaters are equals.
no one hurts, no one gets hurt.
it is easy always to forget, then we move on
with lesser pains.
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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