a broken heart to mend itself
must learn the games
the tricks of its own pains
it must know how to cope up
with the lover that runs wild
in the highways of lust
and indifference
otherwise the heart breaks
again and cannot recover
soon to equip itself it must learn
the attributes of stone
mimic the sponge
or stay as gel.
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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