People & Me : The First Blink

"People have people. But a poet has none but words."

For his is a world built upon imaginations which real people find it hard to live in. A world he builds on the clean canvas.
Like the world of the blind kid. An elephant could be as huge as a mountain. Orange could be bring like the Sun. Black could be the only side of his vision. Insane.... is what people think. But i wonder if it were true. When creativity meets complexity,
it breeds either solitude or an external circle.
What is it the words seek. No matter who i live with. Who i talk to. Who i laugh with. Its still empty.
Like that one poem that captures the moment and binds it with time, like a non linear entity, hiding a surprise turn at a point.
What am I? A tea pot brewing questions one after the another. As if waiting for the perfect cup of tea...
The one i could sip and forget the world around. Straighten up my words and set out on a journey to find IT.
Break free from the illusions created by Time. Knock on the new doors and dive into the new blues. Forsaken are the poets for the people can't see what they see nor comprehend the beauty of contemporary events inside the head. Away from the need to be taken care of... Away from the noise they make! Me and the Words into the woods we will go.
Marry each other into eternity. What else do I need. None but the heart that conceives the Poems. For we are unfit to live here.
Like the new born blinking for the first time... As if taking a mental picture of the new world he has just stepped into.
This Love for the world where beauty of solitude and Poems embrace the Poet made him blink for the first time...

And it continues...