Through A Peephole

Objects seemed bright through it,

With my eye glued to the hole.

Images looked somewhat sharp,

When I was peeping through a peephole.

To the outer world that lazed beyond,

Many times I see nothing at all,

Everything is remote from my view.

It sounds absurd or maybe weird,

But I am beyond consideration.

I am confined within the four walls,

Where I get flashes of hazy images.

The only physical connection I own,

The outside world is through the window.

It gives me hope, fills my heart with love.

It even leads the gateway to dreams.

Unluckily, I am helpless to move away.

I cannot view anything through the window,

It is covered by heavy drapes of the curtains.

I am shackled near the door.

With my mouth taped tight,

I cannot even open it to scream.

The unrepressed legs are in too much pain,

My waist is tied to the wooden chair,

Even my hands are held in strings.

Nobody is in the room beside me,

Someone comes once a day with food.

They untie me to allow bathroom visits,

I relish my freedom for a few minutes.

I do not have the faintest idea,

How did I reach this damn place?

I have been imprisoned for a long time,

Is there a way out?

My interest is to peep through,

The only way to stay distracted.

The hole is devoid of usual deviations,

No exterior movement goes on.

Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang

The sound seems to come from far.

I look everywhere for the source,

Frantically searching everywhere,

That my eyes could reach.

I finally notice my own self,

Oops, I am hanging from the bed,

On the verge of falling from it.

It was an awful dream,

Rather a crazy one.

Why do I get those?

I have to end reading nail-biters,

There will be no nails in the end.

Even watching suspense series,

That I am obsessed with now.

What had really happened?

I just had a peek of my sub-conscious,

That had fear, shock, and confusion,

Through the peephole of my mind,

Damn my muddle-up mind!