My Address

"Where do you live", he asked.
"My mind", I answered.

He asked me "why"?
I went ahead and explained,

"Because, I live there
More than I've lived anywhere.
No place on this planet
I can call home
But my mind."

"What the hell", he said

"My mind, you mind,
Has furniture made of memories.
It has a fridge to store,
All cold shoulders.
It has a cabin to keep,
All warm smiles.

As the furniture grows,
I doubt it's capacity
How much even can this little house contain?
And it always surprise me with a new room.
A new room, a new cabin, a new car at times."

"You are crazy" he said and ran fast.

Well, another human scared to even get inside.
As if there's gonna be something scary in this tiny head of mine.
This time, I do not disappoint myself,
As I have become immune to all this nonsense.

I know now, the answer is not valid,
It is something a madwoman would say.
But, I get the thrill out of it now.
My weird answers, scaring people away!

But truth is truth.
I try to make it pretty.
I try to follow Keats and
I try to infuse beauty.
But I fail always.

Anyways, there's a girl waving at me!
How this one leads the talk, let's see

"What is your name?.."
"where did you get that dress?"
"Do you chase fame?"
"What is your address?"

She asked.
"My mind" i answered.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading, love to all !