There is infinite grace, harshness and beauty even in an ordinary life -
even bruised souls find a connection, a glimpse of the fabric of
realities, that is about sex, love and despair. For the impoverished
life is layered with a profound sadness – the kind of melancholy that
comes from being aware that their life, careers, even children are
tainted by poverty. Throughout their life they try to escape this
labyrinth which has a bleak centre – bitter sweet, poignant and deeply
moving.
There is always an endeavor to get out of this rut and
create a better life – like trapped dream walkers they float in a
somnambulist state of sleeplessness. Whether their dreams die or if it
will be successful is a moot point. Forever alone exploited by the rich and state – a seething rage implodes within their character, loneliness and disappointments are the order of the day.
They would wake up the next day, not knowing whether to laugh or cry
about their dreams or nightmares, but just shrug it off and get on with
their dreary life. They are afraid of their own thoughts and their
response mechanism search high and low for a means to escape from
themselves.
It is a cruel world that they are trapped in which
ultimately breaks their spirits and souls and in the end it kills them
as surely as life. There is no end to their misery and the very brave
snatch moments of joy, before the timeline dissolves. The caste system
which has Indian connotations is prevalent in the world –these are the
people who are not part of society, they live on the fringes, they have
no position or place in society you cant touch them.
Forming a
part, of a shadowy world, left out of the mainstream- loneliness creeps
in like the dark night that envelope a city. Only in sleep are their
tortured minds allowed to relax and slip through the fabric of misery.
So many questions, so many possibilities but none of them an option,
careening off in the direction of an azure conclusion,-that ultimate
point of truth, where all their desires merge.
Despite the
progress and wealth of this unmoving world … everything around their
wretched life is stifling, yet in their hearts they are free, blissfully
unaware of the enchanting treasures of the world, victims of their own
circumstances. Trapped forever, jaywalking through life with dreams for
all eternity. _Vinay-
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