Not a Poet
You wonder about dreams
Where you find a world of worldless emotions
You rise through the staircase
Where you find a thousand triolets.
You imagine conversations
Between the brain and the heart.
And you find a way to transit
Between the famous and the addict.
You stare at pale blue walls
Looking beyond the lawn to the countryside
You sail alone by the sea
Even though there are no boundaries you confide.
You seek the lyric of the ice-cream cone
Constantly burying yourself in the bird-watchers club
You find yourself at the broken pagoda
Endlessly writing about the glory snub.
When things don’t go as expected
You are besotted into the better
When heroes are no more the way,
You write to them the last letter.
When you lie about love
You have a company of madmen aligned
You are not a poet, but
You have put a mayhem in my mind.