Author: Divyang Arora
These globs, seem like ghosts
apparitions I need to get away from,
to somewhere where they are further off the ground
a place where they are pure and white
a haven where they form a roof over my head
not a display below my apartment.
I bought a high powered pair of binoculars. A friend of mine came home. He is a scientist, you know. People who do what magicians pretend to. He saw the binoculars and asked what I do with them.
I led him out, to the balcony
I told him, I intended to look at the stars
but the stars were no longer ours.
It belongs to the people who have nothing
people who live in forests and mountains
people who don’t have riches and the gift of civilization.
so I was left only with the stars on the ground.
Those globs, their intensity has tales to tell
stories waiting to be discovered.
That huge building that has hundreds of lights on
even at this time? It’s a corporate one.
People who work there work till late at night
and go home to sleeping kids and wife.
They are at home only on Sundays,
a day which is slept sleeping
recovering from the week’s ordeals
And yet, they have achieved what they wanted
or have they?
After all, they have a big house and a lavish car
that’s what they tell people, sir!
with dark circles around their eyes.
There are people who crave for their life
people who are cheerful, relaxed, dissatisfied
men who spend time with their families
but discontent slowly seeps through their mind
creating a riverbed that gnaws at them.
The lights of their workplaces
are switched off much earlier.
Then there is a big house
the house is full of furniture, yet empty
walkways seem devoid of people to walk
the wife sits waiting in her room
the children, in their
there is not much to talk between them
They wait, for the man of the house,
who only comes when they are asleep.
But theirs, sir, is a perfect life!
People pass by, looking at the big house in wonder
grudgingly wishing for a life in it.
There is also a light that comes from a single bulb
and a chulha
the people of this house lead miserable lives in poverty
people feel a deep sadness when they think about it, sir!
But I have seen them laugh
the guy giving up his roti for his sister
her smile filling his stomach.
Together they eat in rusted plates,
but laughter rings from inside the house
as they share their day with each other.
The people from the big house seem so happy
only when they are going out for a party
lavish dinners do for them what stale chappati does in that hat.
The lights in the sky may control destiny
but these lights on the ground
they talk a lot about
finding solace in that destiny.