when you go to bed
you feel the crumpling of thoughts
and you begin to whirl like
a planet out of its orbit
but there is not a rapid heartbeat
the moment your body touches
the bed
you fall asleep
familiarity with sorrow
and learning to play with the hands of
time
all these, make you a learned man
no fears, nothing expected.
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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