Elevator

And here I am stuck in an elevator,
My moment of dread couldn't get any greater,
Now breathing in silence and darkness,
Trying to manage the social awkwardness!

The entire train of thoughts railing through my brains,
"Who's in here?", to ask , I refrain!
A stranger but so known to my senses ,
'coz we cross paths each day yet hiding from other' lenses!

Our desperation to get out at once increased,
But alas the metal box all of a sudden ceased.
"Please press the alarm bell", I told him,
"It will take some time!", The guard screamed.

The thought that I was hanging down a pulley creeped me out,
And I was just holding, not to shout.
Should I talk , should I give in to a stranger, should I get theatrical
Everything appearing to be so catastrophic!
Should I blankly scroll through the phone , should I keep calm or feel aghast
Or just act claustrophobic!

Now instead I scan the mighty metallic body,
Avoiding the stare, I feel quiet uncanny.
As I just gathered immense courage to get relieved of the predicament,
The elevator gradually started off with some movement!
The elevator now stops at the fifth floor,
It seems ages now since it has opened it's door,
And this very moment is my ultimate saviour,
As it does it's everyday favour!

I step out just to look behind at the guy,
Our eyes meet and our expressions say 'goodbye',
I just felt what kept us so unaccustomed all this while,
It's always a similar thing when we have the time-mile!

And see how an elevator reflects our life ,
Afraid to face the new and give in to a drive!
So much concerned with our own landing
That we fail to leave our zone and rule while standing!