A PENDING TRIAL

The machine in which we all are caught is run by an engineer. its monotony had me writhing in a numbing pain. But then i found love in a phenomenon of a person and even that sound became music.


A PENDING TRIAL

The drone hurt my ears
Round and round it sneered

I wish I could step off to repair
But then I thought of the engineer

But I had blurred his number
Once when alone with my tears

A dense smoke was gathering
And I was falling

I passed into a dream and saw the tops of trees
I was flying in cloudy streets

Then I felt claws digging in my skin
I was a mouse in an eagle’s cling

Then I felt something in my hand
It was another hand!

I looked up and saw a pair of eyes
Somehow it felt as if I found light

I walked into their door
And found myself soar

Melodies mediated
I felt intoxicated

I was drowning in a watery bliss
Then heart rescued heart and clicked

Two pairs of eyes fixed their gaze
A promise was made

And then I dreamt no more
Or maybe never left the dream’s door

When I opened my eyes
I saw these words staring in mine

And when I looked behind
Those eyes devoured my rhyme

I filed a suit in the court of time
And am still standing in the line

Though I lost my rhyme
I somehow like the sound of time