A haiku - 3 in 1

Tie me not autumn leaves,
The monsoon rain has washed me clean.
The seasons have lost their mind.

Inconsequential moments
Crafting significant reminiscences.
A snowy summer awaits.

The lines in my head
Escaped my hands,
Turning into concrete words.

A big fat ass lie.

I do not need remorse to write poetry

nor i need sorrow to make a story.

I only need tranquility.

So, please stop imagining 

that you are nourishing

me in becoming a great poet.