The Escapist Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Run away from what
Run away to where,
Does the maimed body
has enough in it to move on.

Yes, the place where I stand
is grossly intolerable
And I am not in tune at all
with the life which left me alone.

Devoid of life and vigour
and the stupefied senses
Make me a stunted being
And I can't help but run for cover.

But still escape to where
However fast I may run
However long I may reach
I can't escape from myself.

I am in the throes of the
ugly manifestation of life
I am bruised to the core
And I bleed profusely.

I don't belong to any place
Here, there or somewhere
I don't belong to the past
or the present or the future.

I will try to escape
From this moment till
a new moment arrives
I am not locked to the moment.

I escape only from
the present moment and place
Knowing fully well that
there is no time or place that's mine

It is a never ending process
And it is only the realisation
that I can escape which
give me perpetual succour.

Let me escape always
Let me be on the move
Then I will exist and thrive,
Chain me down, then I am no more.