it is dark out there
and there is no sound
i regret having recalled
some portions of the past
and now
i am heeding towards the danger
zone
you will call in that darkness
i can hear the sounds of
wolves and
hissing of snakes
there's a little light left
and i will not kill it
i retreat
and turn my back
looking for
that pillow where i rested
my head
last night.
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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