And when I could not resist more I suddenly ran out to find the fresh air.
The hall was full of beautiful people with elegant features and rosy lips...all were talking in same syllable “mai”..”mai”….”mai” (me…I…myself)....hmm…
...the night was dark due to the dense and heavy clouds or may be the moon for which I came already fell beyond the horizons….”she left early”…one of our colleague announced when he find my eyes wandering….hmm…so he knew that I came for her...only...and it too irritated me.
Out side the hall…on the right corner I saw a man with a small stand selling cigarettes and sweets… …besides that there was a little flock of sheep and goats…hmm…the shepherd was sitting on a pew with the sales man…smoking…
....the ground was swampy due to all day rain and it was impossible to walk on it with heels…
However it took me two or three steps to figure out my balance and than I walked easily towards the flock and smiled because the goats were also busy with their ….”mai…mai…mai”
…oh dear…is there any one to which I can turn tonight?
These elegant features…the so called elites…with so much air of knowledge and who have everything…are the beautiful and elegant cages.
Yes…I know they worked day and night in clubs and jims to build such skeleton...but theses skeletons are beautiful...elegant cage for the heart….the heart which was long dead.
And this cage in which they locked the heart is so air tight that no one...no one can at all smell the death they carry inside their cage.
Have you ever talk to an elegant man or a beautiful woman who has a dead heart inside their skeleton and they will not even allow you to tell them or to point that out to them?
How would you feel?
All the time looking into their eyes...pretending that you are so much impressed by their charming...knowledgeable speech...while inside you feel your own chest bones contracting and releasing at the same time...instantly checking your own heart...your own soul...your own skeleton.
hmm...I said to myself...I might not have a very well built (worked out) and elegant skeleton but at least I have a living heart.....a soul.
As Khalil Jibran said:
“I am the lost human heart, imprisoned in the foul dungeon of man’s dictates, tied with chains of earthly authority, dead and forgotten by laughing humanity whose tongue is tied and whose eyes are empty of visible tears.”