when you die
i shall not cry
i shall not have
you my tears
i will just wave
my hands
like the sea
to the land
where it does
not belong
i shall not smile
what relevance
is earthly joy
to heavenly bliss?
i will give you a wink
like a lover
signaling our
future meeting
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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