when i am left alone
in the room when it rains so hard outside
and you are not here with me
when you will not be coming
for two or more days
do not be slighted
but i am happier that way
shall i send you a message
that you better be away
for a week?
or perhaps a year,
so i can be myself again
for with you sometimes
in words
i am lost and i grapple
with who i am
and what will i become
perhaps, as they say it
i need more space by cutting
some bridges for a while
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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