"Sale is on! Sale is on!", screamed the over-enthusiastic man outside the majestic portals of the garment store..."Can i get an Angel?", She asked with large hopeful eyes...The man shook his head in mock distress and announced, "we don't sell them anymore"...A thick murky rivulet meandered down her eye...distressed and frustrated, she sat on the jagged edge of an upturned rickety wooden carton on the pavement and waited...waited for her Angel to come...
Across the street from her, on the opposite pavement, big burly men with dirty ropelike tassles hanging from their grimy skulls, sold fresh human flesh...a long chain of early morning buyers stood outside the store, with an air of nonchalence shamelessly hanging about their faces, very much like the dirty ropelike tassles crowning the grimy skulls of the flesh-sellers...
A blue and white bus came charging down the high street like a raging bull and crushed yet another soul under its killer wheels...it honked in victorious delight...a revolting concoction of malicious pleasure, sadistic joy and unadulterated malignant glee burst forth from its exhaust-pipe and blinded the eye...the poor soul lay shrouded in a bloody drape...cold and dead...
Somewhere in the distance, the ear-piercing screams of agony of a housewife could be heard as tongues of fire slithered up her frame in euphoria...The brick and mortar walls stood dutibound senitels and looked on unfeelingly as her milk-white flesh slowly withered and burnt...In the spacious hall, an ageing couple prepared the endless list of invitees for their daughter-in-law's funeral with deep concentration...
Admist this strange celebration of life, She sat on her throne..still...waiting for her Angel to appear...The world smoked and reeked of death and destruction...houses and men burnt like a mere scrap of paper...and yet she waited for her Angel to appear....
She waited and waited...waited for eternity for her Angel to come,not realising all the while that strong white wings had sprouted on her shoulders a long time back...We are all Angels in disguise...sigh! if only we would realise....
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Angels... I believe in them - but us being our own angel, I don't know - but then again, when we're down no matter how much 'other people' "console" us, we really never heal unless we decide we want to..let it go and move on... just when the healing process begins... and then there's someone you call your angel who let's you down but you love her so much that it feels like she's a part of you, and maybe she is... because even if she didn't stay with you through out, she made your life a little brighter even for those few precious moments of our lives...
With so much of corruption in the world, so much of misery, that's all we can hope for - someone who'll ease out the pain... even though no one really can, unless we ourselves want to... this piece of writing, if none other, has truly touched my heart... it's so beautiful... even if it's dealing with some of the most ugliest of things, but..HOPE, it does wonders...
The fact that i want to drive home through my post is that, every man is his own, self-styled Angel...When we hope for that one Angel to come and ease our pain, we actually forget the little first aid box within ourselves...
And yes, HOPE is afterall, what makes the world go round!
Thank you ghupu for reading between the lines...
That is an angry post! very angry! very sarcastic.The imageries are strong and striking and jerk readers out of their complacence. But the ending is beautiful and optimistic.yes I believe in angels.and I believe that we are all angels, each one of us.nice post.:)
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