Wheels

The wheels got me to another land;

rolling downhill, like rushing grains of sand

escaping my closed fist.

On the wheels balancing my weight,

holding my hand, the breeze brushing my fate,

making my way through the mist.

The wheels made me lose count

Of the streets I left behind,

glancing around with piercing eyes,

hoping, for once, life would catch my true lies

strayed in the very city mapped in my mind,

The wheels almost got me to the home

I could not find.

The wheels clacking and rumbling,

Had a voice like none I'd heard before,

A song that lifted all my anchors,

Me?

A carefree boat drifting away off shore.

Who am I meant to be?

What's in it for me?

What feels like to be free?

"Wheels, shove these questions 

choking my throat!"

The wheels heard my muted screams,

That got in the way of my smile, 

brought lightening speed 

Shooting up my spine,

Until I believed in the distant dream of 

living the picture perfect life.

The wheels got me to another land,

The wheels got me to where I stand,

The wheels are indeed my eyes to what I see,

And my feet to where I will be.

~ Kripa Sarkar