when love dies
opt for commitment
someone will ask
where are you promises?
when love is drunk
wait till it becomes sober
when love is wounded
why not try healing it?
when love is lame
or its bones becoming brittle
when love bleeds
when everything seems to be hemorrhagic
why not rest for a while
and ponder about those promises
about that vow
for better or for worse
about that option
to be with each other
till now
and forever
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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