The Wheel

In the grey jungle,

The giant wheel is spinning,

The motion of mechanics,

Oiled by the greasy pence…

Everyone is in the spiral loop,

Circling around the vertigo,

Chasing and dragging down,

In the circumference…

Some are behind the fame,

Some driven by the greed,

Some were strangling humanity,

While some trailing behind the race…

Masked in the lies of deceit,

Revolving in the circle of make belief,

Masking in the wilderness of ignorance,

Spinning on with the shadow of time,

The wheel had jaded into rust,

And the creaking voice crept in,

As the countdown began…

Snapping from the anchor,

The wheel rolled into the wilderness,

As the veil of illusion vanished in the reality,

Holding the glass of time,

The horizon sunk the wheel…

Borderline.

The blanket of grey covered the sky, 

The crowded street now was under the cover...

Alone and apart in this drizzling hour,

There stood a girl drowned in her thoughts...

The heavy drops of rain merging in her tears,

Momentary flashes of lightning reflecting in her eyes,

Speechless and selfless the thunder filled the vacuum...

Her mind wavering like an indifferent cloud,

Her actions broken down like the twigs in the storm,

Her hope washed away in the flood of events,

Trembling in the rainy dusk she looked ahead...

The grey was fading away and the light sneaking in,

The down pour winding back as the time moved ahead,

The cold wind gently drying the tears inside...

The hope rekindled in this momentary lapse of uncertainty,

Wading from the hanging dagger of borderline,

She had for the moment, come back to her self...