Locked in a jar

Thousands of jars kept on the shelf,

All in varied sizes and forms.

Some contained typhoons and cyclones,

Some had mist and storms.

I gazed down at a particular jar,

Tapered with an oval base.

It was draped by fabric so dull,

And especially hidden behind a case.

I uncovered it and saw something out of the blue,

It was empty, unlike the others on the stand.

I carefully examined it and picked it up,

Feeling the considerable bulk in my hand.

My curious fingers unleashed the lid,

Azure fog came out in a burst.

All was a blur but as soon as I opened my eyes,

What I saw wasn’t anticipated, I expected much worse!

My eyes glanced around through hues of blue,

I saw a hall just like my hostel’s mess.

But everything was just the opposite,

A parallel universe, I guess.