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.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
lovely
blood and tears
drama,
sweat and brow,
cinema,
poetry writing,
eccentric,
you dream,
eclectic
malling and texting
normal
solitude,
the peace and the quite
exotic
noise and rush
always doing and going
busy forever
welcome
you are here exactly
at the point of
where i am. i wish
to go back to the comfort room
of my childhood,
but never mind, i am almost through,
and then back to the womb of mother
back to baby, back to you,
take care of me, i am lovely when
helpless.
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