Dials that turn consistently
and wheels that do not stop
take me to the secluded space
beyond the reach of my comfort.
Where my discomforts are hidden
and dreams are secured,
but within the bars of memories
and under lock and key of discord.
The thoughts like bouncing balls
bounces through the four walls
and the shadows wraps me within
chained with the whispers mundane.
Thoughts of you then out of blue
Lights the hope, though unknown
And then my shadows and me
on our own, we smile as one.
With the tangerine horizon,
poof goes the surreal validation
The smile I had the night afore
then becomes my figment of imagination
like the dreams lost in the mist of morn
for the ones whose eyes are always open.
©srijaprasita