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.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
IVATAN SILENCE
the pond is so peaceful the waters so still the flowers float the sun kisses them without any sound
the place is so peaceful the birds too that drink there are made of stones.
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