I Am Writing A Poem... Poem by Ananya Guha

I wind ways that lead to paths
I have traversed
I love it, walking I mean
talking of ways which are supple,
indeterminate.
We talk when mad, not sane.
Sanity does not control us
we are insane travellers
and when we write we are left
to mercies of insanity.

Calm down, this is not a debate
this is no psychological upturning
merely a poem discrediting the human mind
what else is poetry about?
Calm down I am in midst of writing
the somnambulist irks
the insomnic is a poet, within.

Outside mad dogs howl, moan, whine
it is their season of mating and dating.

Come down I am not lurid.
I am writing a poem-
To publish.