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The Guitar in Unison....

It was one evening like other evenings that I was having a cigarette sitting on a step,
I was looking at the workaholic men,at the neon-bathed city streets.The traffic lights were going red in a fine rythm.There were endless cars,eardrum torturing noises,voises.One or two vagabonds,crackheads were doing some caricatures of their own.
I saw a man carrying a suitcase with him ordered for a tea from the tea-seller in front of me.Suddenly two skeleton structures came out of the dark.They grabbed the gentleman's costly pant with their rough,coal-black hands.They gestured for something.I think it was for Money.They could not speak because they have been starving and they didn't have the energy.Quite strangely the man didn't pay heed to those half-dead,empty-stomach children.I thought he'd plenty and could throw some.But he didn't.He had his tea,shrugged his legs and walked away beleagueredly.Strange.The two 'creatures' disappeared into the darkness.
I took a lungful of smoke and as I turned,I saw two contemporary rock stars shouting at a cab driver and at a little distant a man  dealing with a street hooker.All for Money I guees.
I heard a screeching of tires,I saw an old man lying on the road bleeding.A suave man wearing silk suits was inside the comfortable sedan,threw a good amount of money on his blood-shede face and headed away.Ofcourse,there were gatherings but no one did wash the blood of the old man's face.

An hour did past before I could even realize.What a mess!!Its a big money-spinner going on.Make your deal now.
I'd have another cigarette. 

Comments

anindyo said…
oh ... i like.... pls keep writing...
awesome !! :-)
SUTIRTHA said…
another grt creation..........u reflect one of the evils in all humans and also the power of money.......but it is not always money but also ur heart dat makes u a true human being........keep penning down ur imaginations :)
Urchin said…
Its not the Robots,not the Machines that control the Mankind...it is perhaps the Money.

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