When Your Poem Isn't A Poem

A word,
Few words,
Rambling in motion;
That is when
Your poem isn't a poem.

How you colored your hair blue,
How love abandoned that was true.
The last bus miss,
The upside down kiss,
The drinks unknown,
Moon view from the home.

Random,
Just random.
That is when;
Your poem isn't a poem.
It is THE you.

Whole of, and entirely.
Even,
Without poetry.

- Abhishikta