Wired

They form a queue when on a mission
Provide shelter for thousands of birds
Connecting people,a perfect transmission
Expressing themselves as if its a game of charades

A wired mind transcends eternity
The idiot box cries due to their ailment
With the handsome cables,it tries to maintain parity
The soldiers often give them compliment

The music meet at the crossroads with Eric
The sound of his instrument makes all mesmeric
A wire leads from the front now
When a fellow fan exclaims "wow!"

All isnt fair what fair looks to be..
It also has its own villainy
When one's life is haywire
A wired mind is often put to the jury

A thin material of utmost power
From the universe connecting the sattelites
Producing the essence of crotchets and minims
A wire is a ray of hope.....

When you look up at them and feel their positions
It seems like some narrow lanes entwined
They arent aware of their destination
Waiting to get recruited

They resemble some abstract paintings
Underneath which locomotes the engine
A jungle of thoughts..deep and intense
One may lose himself but never be lost