i am talking about
water, always there is a shortage
of what we have
in the mountain
the terrains are cracking
and the buds
and roots have always been thirsty
we sit on the floor of this house
with big windows
looking at the vast expanse of hills
overlooking the
very wide sea
it seems that everything in our world
is sea, or
sea like, everything so deep
and blue
and so silent with all the
mysteries
something we still do not understand
and then you begin to talk about love
that we do not have much
something is lacking and something is us
speak about
this hunger and thirst
this emptiness that all these resources
cannot fill
like the sea i am so silent
i am like an ocean not making any sense
of waves
like you we shall also be like the sea
silenced by all these
mysteries
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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