The clock has been ticking real slow. It's 8:30 pm and the cab has been moving like a snail in the hasty traffic. Halogen lights, blinding headlamps and red glow of rear light has covered every nook and corner of the street. One can see various lights swooshing past at tremendous speed and other moving slowly in their own pace. Even the cars speak their own language.
The light air was blowing softly through my hair as i peeked outside the window. I could see little boxes everywhere extended far far away into the horizon. All they call are home, seems to be like small boxes or may be pigeon hole. Tired lousy cars make their way back to those pigeon hole getting for another day.
Are they really the lights that are flashing by, hurried towards their destination. But where are they moving, i wonder? They are not cars, they are dreams- a dream everyone have since their childhood. There are thousand living dreams in this city and hundreds getting stamped by the crowd everyday, a hundred climbing up those pigeon hole, a hundred swooshing past by for another destination and all that left gets stuck in this wary traffic of the city with blinding lights.
Sometimes a sensation choke you to the core, you feel exhausted and you want to give up but it is the same dream to keep you alive. Is it to make a lot of money? a pigeon hole, a wearily moving car, a lap of luxury? - the answers are plenty, every moving machine in this city has its own story to say. But where does all those dreams go? - Huh, inside the sophisticated concrete buildings, inside the monitor, in the pockets of manager or within the clicks of mouse.
There was a time when there used to rain, and that the smell of earth used to allure me into a different world, i would gaze at the wonder of the nature and get drenched. Today when it rains, i run for the shelter, in an air-conditioned, sophisticated shackles of money, brand and fame.
Sometimes i wonder i miss that feeling of getting drenched in the rain. But life laughs sarcastically at me and says. No dear, every-night i ensure you get the same sensation- but its only hot steamy eyes drenching you again and again.
Another dream -Getting trampled in the footsteps, still limping in the city of light, blinding our eyes.
"Have you seen a firefly !! As soon as it is born ,it runs towards light only to hug death again"
The light air was blowing softly through my hair as i peeked outside the window. I could see little boxes everywhere extended far far away into the horizon. All they call are home, seems to be like small boxes or may be pigeon hole. Tired lousy cars make their way back to those pigeon hole getting for another day.
Are they really the lights that are flashing by, hurried towards their destination. But where are they moving, i wonder? They are not cars, they are dreams- a dream everyone have since their childhood. There are thousand living dreams in this city and hundreds getting stamped by the crowd everyday, a hundred climbing up those pigeon hole, a hundred swooshing past by for another destination and all that left gets stuck in this wary traffic of the city with blinding lights.
Sometimes a sensation choke you to the core, you feel exhausted and you want to give up but it is the same dream to keep you alive. Is it to make a lot of money? a pigeon hole, a wearily moving car, a lap of luxury? - the answers are plenty, every moving machine in this city has its own story to say. But where does all those dreams go? - Huh, inside the sophisticated concrete buildings, inside the monitor, in the pockets of manager or within the clicks of mouse.
There was a time when there used to rain, and that the smell of earth used to allure me into a different world, i would gaze at the wonder of the nature and get drenched. Today when it rains, i run for the shelter, in an air-conditioned, sophisticated shackles of money, brand and fame.
Sometimes i wonder i miss that feeling of getting drenched in the rain. But life laughs sarcastically at me and says. No dear, every-night i ensure you get the same sensation- but its only hot steamy eyes drenching you again and again.
Another dream -Getting trampled in the footsteps, still limping in the city of light, blinding our eyes.
"Have you seen a firefly !! As soon as it is born ,it runs towards light only to hug death again"
nice!!!!
ReplyDeleteso beautifully said!! but relax...do run for shelter while it rains but observe the kids who still enjoys getting drenched in rain...u'l feel like a child again....relax...what if an old friend visit the pigeon hole and share nostalgia on a cup of coffee...ah those slangs really sounds good!! what if mom n dad comes and boost u up wit a pat on ur shoulders.....suddenly the pigeon hole seems like home....relax...there is happiness everywhere...juz change the brand of happiness...
ReplyDeletereally moved by the closing part .... loved every bit of it.... its a fact that today we run after the pigeon holes ... but just imagine had that pigeon hole not been there then wat was the fun of getting drenched .... drenching is ecstatic only when u knw how it feels to get dried up, pull over a soft blanket and sip hot coffee ....
ReplyDeletewell... gettin drenchd in rain or not ..is ur own decision. I still go out in rain to enjoy it n get drenchd :P
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