STOP
I have ruined your love for me
Don't ruin my love for you
GO!

There are good poems
and there are bad poems
and apart from that
there is NO POEM

I usually go with NO Poem
"no poem" is my way of poetry
Good poems are sensible
They are written with words of senses
Words with intelligence
Words of emotions
Words of virtue
Bad poems are irresponsible
Poems of offence
Poems of unhealty mockery
they are written with nonsense
and I am with NO poems
because
I am neither sensible
nor irresponsible
I neither make sense
nor do any nonsense

"I am stuck!"
that usually happens when I write poem
and in the end
there is NO POEM
No poem is my way of poetry

*But this poem is not No poem
it is a bad poem

I do not remember my dream from last night
or nights before
I do not even remember if ---
I have been dreaming
Since days and past, i have been sleeping late and waking early
****-a-doodle-doo then
I try to remember unconscious or
semiconscious activities happening around when i was deep with sleep
...My memories do not agree for me

What happened to the dreams
of my childhood--- what was my childhood dream
or those dreams of achieving something-- something
I wanted to buy,  something very bad
something I do not quite remember now
Where was the place I was destined for
My brain is losing its nerves
What was it I wanted to become!

Pinch me!
Pinch me--- Oh, reality!
I turn my pages of my private dream journal
Someone seemed to have robbed my letters off the pages
I panic and I slap myself
I panic and I bang my head
I panic and I scream out my lungs
I panic and I call for help
I panic and I ask
"Why are you all laughing at me?"
I panic for now they are declaring my mad
I panic trying to run around and hide
I look at the mirror to find no one inside

Why me? .............................!
Is it me who forgot my dreams?
oh me!
or my dreams who abandoned me?
****!
Or were they just snatched away?