we seldom talk
and i sent the message
there is peace in
silence
there is love between
a space
there is understanding
in not making
connections
there is respect
in not asking why
there is goodwill in
not knowing how
the when in my life
is none of your business
the what belongs
to me alone
the questions are mine
to answer
and your answers
actually intrude
the dignity of my
privacy
the pride of my own
independence
the sanctity of my soul
the warmth of my
armpits
the thrill between
my legs.
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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