I have always had a keen interest in almost all types of artistry. When looking at an artist getting inside their mind and creating the most unexpected things out of the most unrelated pieces of motivation, I feel enchanted by their dedication to their ideas, and thoughts. When a group of artists come together to realize dreams that don’t let them sleep at night, they truly create their own world. I have written this poem for all those open-eyed, free-spirited dreamers who are always chasing the depths of their hearts.
Beyond appropriate constraints
In the queer, congenial realm
Of the shameless, spellbound vagabonds
I unearthed for myself, an everlasting acquaintance.
I talk of no man, not any anarchic forum,
It is the reflection of my own madness
Deficient only in the taints of agitation.
Between two real worlds,
I found a gap, an entrance,
With pixie dust forming its fence.
It looked convoluted,
It was enticing,
But nothing could’ve prepared me for the euphoria inside it.
I came a visitor,
I am now buying up estates,
Settling down here
Till the Angel of Death decides to settle my debts.
I had loved and lost,
When this town taught me to regain.
It made me see my heart curled up in a sweater,
While also sweating in armor.
I have known it as sharp, in that primeval castle,
And shy, in that cozy bookstore.
I have felt it lose itself in that enchanted forest
Felt it lose itself in that blessed metropolis.
It’s our own world!
We come from far away to experience
being near,
We know no faces here,
Nor any names.
All we have is each other’s visions of happiness,
The sufferings we believe to be most righteous,
The patterns of the world our instincts fabricate,
And the disposal of a trillion hideouts that vulnerable hearts create.