the night road
stretches its arms towards
an endless horizon
seeing to it that
we shall not reach each
other
the parallel edges
do not meet each
other
even you feel so tired
and fall
asleep
no one says
no one accepts
that there is nothing in there
between us
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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