every written word
takes away a part of me
i am chipped off
bit by bit
an eyes is missing
an ear is cut off
as i appear before you
my mirror
i become incomplete
because i am always giving
and i walk away
my hair is cut and some locks fall
faraway from misgivings
i sit beside a clear pool of water
there are no ripples
the moon is full
darkness subsides
and then i am full.
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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