either you become true
or you become false
if you are true
there is only pain
truth does not offer you
happiness
if you keep on hoping
no one comes
if you become false
a platter of joys is served
that is how they work here
falsity has rewards
truth's place is elsewhere
it can be eternal
but when is such a question
that demands a quick answer
truth does not guarantee
temporary solutions to your grief
falsities are here
and if you do not dance
you will be a wallflower
& i know you will not like it.
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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