be a candle
to me
shine in darkness
consume yourself
cry, cry,
in silence
consume yourself
be those tears
wasted on
the graveyard
of the one
you love
be gone....
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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