Its strange how we live to take and we take with us what we gave .
You stand in pitch dark and have to keep walking and keep falling through one hole after another but continue , with broken bones, bruised skin , you pray this fall be your last but you survive it all and the pain becomes louder so do you cries and screams but its pitch dark, and so silent that your scream is absorbed into the void and doesn’t even fall back to your ears.
Final nail to the coffin was driven now, the hopes are buried nine feet under atop of which is a bed of venomous thorny cactus bloom-
Blood is thicker than water, No wonder it refuses to flow, and clots so quickly. I like water better, i flows to take shape of any vessel, any number of times, without showing any resistance, it takes the color of its surroundings it makes the path on which it flows greener. its more beautiful, more lively, more full of energy, more full of life more pure in all its aspects, while the blood is stagnant unless its in your own body, its more still more selfish, indeed much thicker than water.
Thoughts, of barren lands, fluid landscapes, of houses void of living beings, of people empty of their souls , bodies surrounded by cold walls, of redbrick as red as blood, of metal as cold as ice.
Thoughts of caged souls peering out from behind the eyelids, shy to confront the cruel world, frightened to be killed by the devil.
Thoughts of dark days and nights, of flowers and green being rained by blood, blood which burns all fields of hope, blood that stinks, and stales the air, suffocating the ones with heart of gold .
Blocking the beautiful view of the beach, is this huge building, with Dolmen Mall stamped on its face, i know its good looking but not as beautiful as the sea its self so to me its really ugly. Ugly also because the moment you enter this humongous shopping center the first thing you notice are these expensive brands popping their bright shiny face out of the glimmering boxes stacked one over the other. A shop selling this and a shop selling that, catering to the class which not even 5% of the whole country. To make it worst you will see shoppers holding the fancy little hand bags while their Filipino maids or worst a teenager child labor who are there to manage their naughty kids. but even more disturbing is the sight when you see families from the lower middle class visiting the shopper’s paradise. The kids from these families would be spotted taking rides on the escalators going up and down in the loop and ending up going no where but in circles, yes how typical that is of the lower middle class, isn’t it ?
For these poor visitors who want to take a sneak peak in the lives of the “elite” rich and the “successful ” of the society, the only place which seems affordable in this whole big shopping center is this spacious mighty super store named “Hyperstar’ . having seen it obviously many of them rush to this super market, where a number of products are highly priced as compared to those available around the city, but the story doesn’t end there, because today when i went there, and for the very last time (I Promise) only to get some juice, i noticed at the counter them telling every customer that they are out of large shopping bags, so either they carry what ever they shopped for in tiny little shopping bags large enough to hold only two cans of soda, or they will have to buy a large plastic “Eco friendly” bag from them for Rs:50/- to carry the items they have bought decently out of the store.
For a country where economic graph has taken a downward dip, where unemployment is record high, people are struggling to keep up with the bread and butter of the family , and even stale bread seems to be costing a fortune, Do we need such snobbishly posh shopping centers, couldn’t we have recreational park there ( sorry the ones we have has nothing but grass to offer ) or an art center, or a public library, or maybe a theater but No to serve those mare 5% of the whole society we had to built this castle of pure crystals, so the poor can feel more poorer, more undermined, more unwelcome and continue in slavery for another 200 years, while they forget they are a minority of the society they are very much a part of, they may be ruling today but once the table turn’s on them they are too fragile to face the reality.
Laash dar laash, laashoon kay dhair per chal raha hun main,
iss tallash main kay kaheen zindage ka suragh millay.
Kaheen kissee murda lash min ho koi saans ke ramaq,
Kaheen to kooie jeenay ka jawaz millay.