if you are everywhere
where shall i see you
it will not be specific
like a street with a specific number
or that
widely accepted landmark
like a
rock of Gibraltar
or a room at the second floor
numbered 6
if you only tell me
specifically
i would not have been in this
doubtful mess
are you in the sky
or at the top of the mountain
you tell me "i am in your heart"
but my heart
i stabbed by the sharp knife
of sorrow
are you pain?
i am looking for you
everywhere
pity me
for i am tired and my feet are wounded
i cannot be in everywhere
as it can be nowhere
guide me
are you at the bottom of this ocean
of grief?
tell me
i am willing to dive there
and die
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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