my mind drifts
in the space of
thoughts
passing by
some trees
i gather thoughts
bunches
of gloss and
refinement,
every morning
i take the pleasure
of putting them
here, lest they
go away, like
fading light
like a voice
suppressed
in silence.
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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