Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Daily I start for somewhere and daily I end up from where I started.

It’s a circle I know, its slopes are slippery, and it drags me along with it like hordes of rush hour commuters push me in and out of the metro, like flock of seagulls escort me along the sky.

I feel like an odd pigeon among all the pigeons who feed on the left-over bread crumbs or discarded sandwiches on the sidewalks, who are so frightened and yet so fearless to face the mad dash of pedestrians and their contraptions alike, who eat as if that’s their last bit of food ever, and fly away in circles on slightest sign of danger, and end up on the same sidewalk after performing mindless ritual of flying two blocks in circles.

Daily I start for somewhere and daily I end up from where I started.

3 comments:

Life Begins said...

I don't know why..but these words left me teary eyed and with a huge load of thoughts.
All our life we keep going around in cricles - rightly said - "performing mindless ritual"

Stone said...

ahh..vagaries of life....so random yet so same....

Sui Generis said...

You can live different than those pigeons, they see only that one sidewalk and curb. They know there are other places they can be. Maybe its time to migrate? ;)