over the wheels, inside the metal
Draft written on 25/4.
Unable to catch a thought- silence in the air. No thoughts worth a click.
What can I write, when no thought worth attention is crossing my mind.each thought that floats in is an alien, just like the people around me, alien. I am actually feeling like that ticket, lying of the floor, no longer needed; like a piece of paper next to that girl’s feet, you want to be picked up but know- none will do that.
what do you do, when you feel alien? when your thoughts feel foreign, and you(I) can not write- I suggest look at people, off with those alien faces and jump deeper- look into their eyes, they feel human, yes- search for them few faces who aren’t afraid to exhibit emotion. These faces- may cheer you up. but what if you can’t find any. what if all that you find are robotic faces, expressionless beings, which is most common too. what to do then?
Listen to music?
it can help, yes it can cheer you up; but what if it couldn’t? yes! it isn’t working today.
– should I study the robots around me? a good time consuming activity- a deep observation of these robots reveals- a mask- they hide behind masks; a scarf, a black eye cover and a phone and an ear phone- perfect deception. I too am one of them, no different- I tell you- i am no different- we hide a lie, i hide one - they hide one- they ain’t busy or important, they are worth less, atleast for those few moments, they are worthless, like everybody else.
I am writing, that is important, so I continue.
it is not their fault, they need to live. there is time that they have, time they must spend -until they reach their destination and they do not know what to to, how to deal with the situation, not their fault. I repeat, not their, not your fault. It is their education- that we imparted them, it still teaches the same.
to work- a work place;
and a house- to rest.
travelling from home to work- a distance
distance- a constraint
that must be abstained.
should be reduced, must be minimum.
– My dear friends- this is life -money, family, availability, affordability counting every possible factor- there are limits, the distance can not be reduced to zero.
so them all, hate themselves, because their education taught them they are wasting their time on an unproductive, unnecessary, useless act known as travelling, so they hide, as I said behind their scarf, behind goggles, behind phones and that earphone that broadcasts music to their brain, thus they hide, thus they become and are called and are treated as robots.
How much have we mechanized this life! sad to admit but we have and all in the name of efficiency.
God made up human, creatures with emotions, gave us a life, a way of expression, and we are wasting it away.
I am suggesting, I am just saying it.