POETIC PLAY STUDIO

The longing to run away,
Leaving behind everything and everyone,
I doubt the art of running among the landscapes of our existence,
And seek to question the glimpsed reality,
By observing the unobserved and feeling the unfelt,
Scattered in realms of mind and heart,
We are caged birds with keys in our hands,
As we peek from the cage with fear,
Building the huge walls of our myriad delusions,
Damaged ourselves to display our colorful flaws,
Creating relations with others through a tiny window,
Living in ideas and conversing with images,
We lose the hold of presence,
And feel hurt, guilt, and grief sprinkled on the rainbow of our hearts,
Until the thunder strikes and darkness endures,
The place where the nightmare waits for us,
As a curious kid, I wander in the darkness,
Where the exchange takes place,
As I desire to be free from the illusion of being free.
The place in between acts as the threshold,
Where we run within to encounter the essence of our presence.