The Aisle seat

The aisle seat

Stacked in rows
Secured by belts
On the assigned seats
Some paid
Some free

Moving as one mass
To the common destination
In the fixed space
Static inside
Surging outside

Cocooned in thoughts
Each one his own
Together yet separated
in the clouds
Some remain strangers
Some make friends

Pilot steers
On the preset path
through turbulent weather
The hostess maintains calm
Some sleep
Some pray

The wings
Spread wide
Slicing through the air
Responsive to the joystick
Sometime level
Sometime on a dive

Tyres screech on tar
It’s a touchdown
End of journey
at the destination
Some returning
Some leaving

They scatter
Onwards on their own life
Released from the seats
Apparently free
Some remember
Some forget

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words through this screen across the virtual world I and my tales within

2 thoughts on “The Aisle seat

  1. A perspective screened in a novel way, only a narrative though. It would have been really novel if it evoked a desire to render a directive or new thought as an after-thought

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