a rare encounter
tempts, another seduction
(if you only learned
about this art earlier, no harm
could have fallen
in your heart now in pieces
all broken, now blood dripping,
vein exploding)
embrace familiarity
dance everyday let lust hug you
and master the giggles
on your toes,
have a dose of all its qualms
drink every dew that
morning leaves offer
to your lips,
by then, your arms are stronger
your tongue possessing
discriminating tastes,
now the silence gives you power
the stare stable,
you are not shaken by the hair
the touch does not
give you fear
you are what makes
the house a
palace.
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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