i have created a distance
to destroy the evil of
familiarity
faraway
i become a tower of light
piercing the
dark ocean of
darkness of
our twin midnights
this morning
i sleep
i turn the fan off
and dream of
coconuts and
sea waves
i fall like a dead leaf
on the bosom of
the river
and on a lifeless journey
again
i drift
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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