she wants to end the journey
with me
i do not want to end it yet
she sits beside me
and i am pushed to the side
my hands are tied
and the steering wheel is free
she steps on the gasoline
to a speed of 180
on the road to nowhere
meanwhile another truck is coming
at a fast speed
to us
in an inevitable collision
she does not speak a word
neither will she scream at this
i pray to escape
from what she calls as
inevitability.
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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