38. DOORS
When collapsible doors of the aircraft opened at high altitude,
hordes of passenger were hurled out at volcanic speeds,
nose-diving devoid of apparatus towards the hard skull of earth.
as sliding doors of the train were exposed to atmosphere,
the century old engine clambering through ice clad domains of the mountain,
chilly currents of wind froze my breath momentarily.
wrought iron doors of submarine opened underwater,
the vociferous sea flooded into the compact interiors,
blending the luxurious ambience of wooden floor with scores of jelly fish.
when ornate doors of the currency safe brushed across light particles of air,
strong beams of sunlight filtered inside,
accentuating the glory of life bestowing colored paper.
translucent glass doors of the Mercedes swung open,
satin upholstery of cushioned leather welcomed me inside,
enchanting clouds of perfume settled on my skin,
the driving wheel felt as light as a dog whisker,
as the car sky rocketed a few inches above the ground,
zipping past picturesque falls cascading from umpteenth spots of the mountain.
and finally when i unfastened strings imprisoning
tender doors of my heart,
there lay a crystal clear picture of my beloved,
drowning in deep waters with her hand tightly clasped in mine,
this was the door i intended to seal forever,
with a fountain of blood evacuted from deep within our veins.