I dream of poetry
Of bending words to my will
I dream of tyranny over paper
Ruling with the pen.

And yet, it escapes
My blindly groping mind
One simple desire…
Just- out of reach.

The words stutter and splutter
Stop short. And drag on and on and on and on…
Rhythm dances seductively
Beyond my pleading grasp.

So I turn my seething thoughts-
This whirlpool of rAw EmOtIoNs
These hormonal adventures
To earthly matters.

I will content myself
With the physical world
But deep in my heart, I will always
Dream of poetry.