ramblings of a disillusioned soul ...

Mumbai,



Arguably the worlds most populous and probably the greatest conurbation , a city where we all live and exist.
Exist more than live, but a place that makes us live, not for anything else but our dreams

Myriad dreams that are born out of despair,rejection , denial and insult rather than the shiny laminate above the dust that excludes a luminescence glow... attracting us close to it .. closer till we are singed by it .. but we keep coming back for more ...

A city that shoves us in the face of reality, a place where you will be missed but will also be replaced.

Life will go on even without you , no matter how much you want to believe otherwise !

Where every day you fall through a haze of uncertainty, of fear of fear ...

Places blow up, people die , we pass by them , we stop to pay respect , we shrug , we move on ...

For in this urban bohemia time is a figment of our imagination, it doesn't exist , what is today will not be tomorrow

Degenerate lives co-exist with spiritual reverence, a psychological state of consciousness

Do we really stop and give ourselves a minute to reflect about what we believe in other than glorified dreams sold to us by flex posters and shiny packaging ?


STOP ! Think .... But can we afford to ??

I know i cannot, so i go on , knowing full and well the consequences it will have on my moral self with cold-blooded indifference ..



dennis raul