at the entrance
the door smiles and
wish you come in
with a promise that
inside there will be
no trouble....
seduced you get
in, and ...
screams are heard
later and the
the silence of
those guesses....
we wonder what
takes you so long
finding the right
exit
we who are not
enticed by the entrance
cannot wait for
you anymore
we shall now go
away
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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