A tale of two cities

A horde of human existences truly has many faces and quite aptly many emotions.

The nature unveils it all with her own intricate measures. While the well-coated throng enjoy the wintry whistle and convict the global warming for a mercurial increase, the wretched and have-nots droop down into their own body warmth and a friendly sun to survive.

As the onlookers of this experience make their way to work through shines and shadows, the stillness of poverty spikes up in its own profound thought of existence basked with a midday sun.
The road is parched with the busy footsteps as the pavement invokes the saga of unstirred ,unanimous loneliness.

The snaky blue pipe seems to be the teeming sorrow of the seem-to-be beggar who plays the jigsaw puzzle of life on the criss-cross designs of the pavement. Clad in a grey  alkhallah and a lazy,clay cup accompanying him the person seems to have a soliloquy with the sun as his rear is nearly pushed to the wall quite emblematically.

The green leaves shadow the vagrant’s well-heeled city fellowmen as the winter gifts him the bruised and dead leaves.

The nimble ambitiousness carelessly passes by the somatic solitariness as the nature with her armours arbitrates between the tale of two cities mingled into one.

Captive Lady

The circuitous pang of life’s loneliness often intertwines itself with a twirling inanimate urban representation. As I passed by the vintage house in the alley thronged by a mystic loneliness, the portrayal of silent captivity peeped from the auburn window. Amid the choc-a-bloc traffic of the cords crisscrossing the age-old cracks of the dull wall, I saw one lady; inside the window whose fragile frame was ‘safeguarded’ with rustic trinity.

The windows were wide open as the golden sunrays distinguished them. Quite intriguingly, the darker profiles of the window outshadowed the sunlit ones. Intriguing, why?

One look through the jagged bundle of wires rendered the solitary woman as her body was glistened by the midday sun though her head was masked with oblong obscurity.

It depicted as if she was a shackled soul who was drowned in surrealistic suspension of disbelief. A disbelief of bondage overwhelmed her inner core as her head drooped into the irony of misery.

The sombreness found an organic growth in its inorganism.

A saga of captivity was played by the crack-embroidered wall, strangling wires, wooden incarceration and mundane rusticity with the hapless lady being the protagonist awaiting an elusive independence.