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.
Saturday, November 09, 2013
At eight in the morning one decides to go naked
just half-naked in the open field
basking in the sun one feels a lot of bites
times have changed really the sun too has claws
and teeth of the invisible tiger unleashed from the skies.
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