it is the lull
of the night
that little talk
about
a silly thing
nothing heavy
everything light
and senseless
night passes us by
we are its little
things
its tiny thoughts
we too are the
passers-by
the night our
silly friend
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment