Metropolitan thoughts

One summer day, after a long shift I came out of my office, to take a small walk without any of my luggages. Leaving my care free hands at the mercy of wind, a long stretched walk, I took a turn towards a street that I have rarely ever travelled. It was the easiest route towards the nearest metro station and yet I always try to avoid this route. The place was crowded, may be a bit more than usual, it was market day and people from different places have come to buy some things at a price cheaper than the market value. As I was was walking through the crowd my thoughts, which otherwise would be thinking about work started getting a bit too creative and imaginary. It was a poetry:

Busy the world and busiest the people,

None have time, none take any time;

Pain within the household stays within the their minds,

Wounds within the body, hides behind those smile;

Enclosed within 4 walls, never knew what life was,

Enslaved by virtual world, never knew what friendship was;

Enabling the world, enabling the life,

Never did much to enable the bond;

As I sat besides the streets of over crowded humans, my mind kept noting some weirdest rhyhms. Few months back in these very roads a woman was raped, she only came out that day to buy some vegetables, may be for that special curry that she wanted to prepare for her children when they reach back home that day. But she neither reached home nor survived the incident. What is more shameful, is it that she was subjected to the most henious crime in these crowded streets during broad day light or that none in this busy world tried to save her or help her. We have drifted towards a world so selfish that we are blinded towards that what is happening right Infront of us.

The rhythm of world, always understandable,

The rhythm of humans, still unclear;

The race of humans, rusted their consciousness,

Their right and wrong, fixed by someone else;

Have we ever wondered that what is normal isn't actually normal and just a practice normalised by the norms made for land. Why can't we move past the normal, accept the difference, accept the wrongs. It would be asking too much when even our family never accepted the difference. It like they fear the change.

As I walked through the streets I reached a point, the fish market was so busy and the vegetable market even crowed, they were all complaining about the quality and bargaining about the quantity, but only few has ever tried it out themself. And now it's a time for home deliveries, where everything would be at reach you within in a touch of your fingers and sometimes these touch would bring you someone else.

A point of compassion, a moment of empathy,

My mind drifted towards a person unknown;

Never have I met him, never have I known,

Never have I ever believed in feelings such as this;

Our eyes have never met each other, nor have we ever spend a romantic midnight walk, but sometimes, somehow I have felt like I know him and that I could trust him, I knew I believe in him. I have never heard his voice, he was always busy with his work a struggling doctor. And yet sometimes I wondered, may be he would have had a strong manly voice.

Was he wiser?, or, was he funniest?

Is he playing me?, or, is it real?

A high school love, a long distance love

We knew each other through tech and it ended through the tech;

A fake account encounter that happened 10 years ago, I wonder why I was contemplating about that incident. It certainly was special, I have felt loved me and that he cared about me. I felt I was someone special to him, but then I found out that my friends have received similar messages from the same account. A complaint would have done it but then I heard he had defrauded many girls. The complete list of his fake names and fake accounts were published by the police few weeks after we found out about his truth.

When no-one find time for you seek out time in something else, you crave for the comfort in a boundless world where there are vultures out there waiting for your one mistake. And that mistake have taken lives more than any hurricanes.

Ten year ago I escaped from a scam but ten years later I fell for the same. An old mate of mine called me at the depth of night, out of the blue, crying and weeping seeking out for my help, for his father was dying. Two months after I found out it was all a lie. World has come to a point where you can lie about the health of your parents, where family has become just a means for your goals. In a journey after power and money, humans have forgotten the strength of relations.

Richer the rich, ruler of the world,

Powerless the poor,a pawn in their world;

Hide behind those curtain, cruel is the world,

Run away from here, ruthless are their ways;

I suppose it has been too sadistic. The negativity of the world that I am pouring through my words. But it is not the world that have become negative. So, let's make it a bit encouraging...

How long can we run?, and, where can we hide?

Neither running not hiding can help;

The world is ruthless, the world is cruel,

We made this world, now why can't we change it;

My ten minutes or tea break extended longer than usual, now I should get back before my shift ends, or else I might have to do a double shift without overtime. Time has never been a bother but now, even I have become a slave of time. May be I should get one mineral water, though my bottle is full, at least it would give me an excuse. Thoughts are wild they rarely ever listen to you but sometimes these thoughts can teach you a lot, like I just realized that I am a sadistic person and I really hate the route. Making my way through the crowd, I finally got back my office just in time I have 2 hours more of enslavement.