i met an old classmate
today
at the wedding of
a newly appointed high school teacher
my ex-classmate is jobless and his wife
looks like
an old sickly monkey with less hair on her head
(forgive me but that is
the only possible
adjective that
i can give)
he is fat and feels like
a louse
( i am sorry
i am intruding into his
own feelings)
he does not like me
his eyes are shouting at me
possibly because we look the same
possibly because we too
feel the same
possibly because our wives look
like twins
possibly because the weather is bad
and people do not mind us
because everyone is hungry and there is nothing much to eat
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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