Cocoon Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Not for any particular reason
I go to the words
to hide between the letters.
They form a cocoon.
There I play hide and seek
with myself.
I crave for the lovely structure
of writing but the other me
forcing not to do that.
Not for any particular reason.
In the cocoon I hear
outside noise.
A jumble of spoken words
slowly turning in to tempest.
The cocoon is floating...
Now a single word
searching a way out
from this noisy jumble.
I crave to get free
from this hide and seek game
but the cocoon keeps floating
not to any particular direction.