POETIC PLAY STUDIO

Priyanshi shah

Illusional

The mind as an anthology of our adventures,
Wrapped in unconscious and conscious thoughts,
Acts as a museum of mementos and a dark cave of ruins,
Where all rare and precise pieces are stored,
Whether we are mindful of it or not,
And the aisle of the museum is filled with overwhelming passions,
And as dark approaches and the moon rises,
The story is formulated by relating scenarios,
Where imagination and nightmare are in the quest,
As one gets lost in his searching,
For what is real and what is not?
In the museum of illusions,
Where anything floats on the surface,
And deeper we dig we get lost in this vastness,
Sometimes it holds while occasionally it burns us,
But one has to pass through it,
Bound with fear or courage,
And wander long enough to know that there is no way out.
But how can one forget that sense of passing through?
To experience without past experiences.

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