of all the names,
yours stood among
the crowd in the malls
of my confusion,
it must be you,
i hear you laugh
once, and you sound
so well, like you, in
the hidden meaning
of your words,
of all my friends,
i know, it is you,
who knows how to
stab at my back,
hide behind the
curtain, slip in
the darkness and come
back with a smile
and say
ho ho ho,
santa.
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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