for i am empty
my song is as blank as the
desert sand
there are no lyrics yet
except some
memories of us
there is no tune except
the passing of the wind
come beside me
and i will sing it with you
our distance
makes it a song of
despair
your promise
puts the notes in anticipation
like birds
on the telephone wire
you give me rain
on a song drying up
under the sun
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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