My Opera'ANGEL', ALL ALONE!
Thursday, June 17, 2010 12:14:02 PM
'Angel',all alone !
--provided by my college friend SUSHMA. M.
I sing a song,all day long
as i am the Angel all alone.
with none to cares or to curse
I sing a song,all day long
as i am the Angel all alone.
My sobs and sighs are strings of my song
as i am the Angel all alone.
Yes, I am the Angel, all alone, not that angel of fairy tales or with super powers. I am a poor little girl, who is all alone in a cage. The cage I live in, is not the usual structure of bars or wires made of iron or rock. It is unusual like the chameleon. Once it glitters like gold and then sparkles like diamond. At the sight of my lone tear, the cage turns to be colourful like the dancing peacock, that I had seen long back in national park.
The cage I live in might cost a milion dollars but to me it's a mere cage, where I am confined and my dreams, wishes, hopes, care and love died. Here, I am just a living corpse in a coffin called cage.
I am Angel, all alone.
For one who knows not, what sweet is, he would obviously not long for sweet and will be satisfied with sour. But if one knows, what sweet is, how would he live with sour?
Even i know what sweet is, for Angel, sweet was the world with loved ones around. Now I am Angel all alone, but there were days, i was happy little girl Angel and never alone then.
The pictures of those days are still green in my memory. I remember the days I had played out with my dog - Dimbo, shopping with my mom and a couple of movies with my '24x7' busy dad.
Those days when I returned home from school, I remember the display of increasing global temperature on my television screen. All over the world, the screams of milions was just to find a solution - a remedy, to get rid of demons that threatened the human life, to name they were, global warming,melting of glaciers,number of holes in ozone layer, scarcity of drinking water, food and oxygen to breathe. Yet, there was terrorism and even the satan didn't know for what joy it was.
No brains of the world had solution. Homosapiens were the endangered species in their home planet Earth. The countdown had begun, for the end of life on planet - earth and also for a new millennium to begin -3K!
The new millennium had something new in its pocket for human kind. Humans knew that they would die, they had guessed the way the death would meet them. But, the new millennium had stricked a cross mark on their guesses.
The clock was about to show 12-01a.m. All were ready to scream, "happy New Millennium - 3000!". As the clock showed the awaiting time, all screamed with fear as strange creatures came out of stranger wagon. Unlike our airplanes, it was spherical.
Yes, they were aliens to my home earth! The aliens were not scary like the villian in VAUDEVILLE. Perhaps, they were beautifut, white like precious pearl. Their attire was feathery jet back, perfect contrast to their complex. They came before the crowd and opened a hescagonal bottle with red skin. Pale Pink fumes were released from the bottle, within few second, everything turned pink, including the clouds. Even the human skin turned pink and all closed their eyes together and never opened them again. Milions were lying dead before me. But, I was the only girl who survived. That's why, today I am Angel all alone.
But what made me immune to the 'pink prince of darkness'. I remember, that evening before leaving my home, I observed a little tulsi plant which had sustained its life against all the odds at the edge of my thick compound wall. As always, being absent minded, with no reasons or logic, for heck of it, I plucked two tulsi leaves and chewed it.
None knew the way to run against the pink-killer, but i had survived with nothing more than just two tulsi leaves. My brown eyes witnessed the dooms day, death of my mom in her black gown, death of my dad whose eyes were still stuck to mine, death of smiling aunt and park-mate uncle, death of A, death of B, death of C,...... death of Z. Every square feet of dear earth was death row. Yet, I was an exception, I was alive just to be Angel all alone. The pink fumes were not evil to me, the oblivious sight anaesthetised me.
When I regained my conscious, I found myself in the glittering golden cage. Where i am Angel, all alone.
The Aliens need Angel to be immortal like a thing of art. I am nothing more than curio for them. They are curious about my body and all the blood nerves in it. Yet, my human mind is mystery!
Before decades, the haughty humans had kept a couple of animals in cage under the board "endangered species" but today, the aliens have kept a human in cage under similar board.
What can be done now ? The angel is all alone in a cage with no doors.
But, if at all, ancestors had thought about Angel and those who would live on earth after them, if at all they had love and cared about mother earth and fellow beings, if at all they had joined hands to swim together and no to sink, if at all they had taken small steps without pointing at others, today I would have been Angel all alive and not Angel, all alone.
--provided by my college friend SUSHMA. M.
I sing a song,all day long
as i am the Angel all alone.
with none to cares or to curse
I sing a song,all day long
as i am the Angel all alone.
My sobs and sighs are strings of my song
as i am the Angel all alone.
Yes, I am the Angel, all alone, not that angel of fairy tales or with super powers. I am a poor little girl, who is all alone in a cage. The cage I live in, is not the usual structure of bars or wires made of iron or rock. It is unusual like the chameleon. Once it glitters like gold and then sparkles like diamond. At the sight of my lone tear, the cage turns to be colourful like the dancing peacock, that I had seen long back in national park.
The cage I live in might cost a milion dollars but to me it's a mere cage, where I am confined and my dreams, wishes, hopes, care and love died. Here, I am just a living corpse in a coffin called cage.
I am Angel, all alone.
For one who knows not, what sweet is, he would obviously not long for sweet and will be satisfied with sour. But if one knows, what sweet is, how would he live with sour?
Even i know what sweet is, for Angel, sweet was the world with loved ones around. Now I am Angel all alone, but there were days, i was happy little girl Angel and never alone then.
The pictures of those days are still green in my memory. I remember the days I had played out with my dog - Dimbo, shopping with my mom and a couple of movies with my '24x7' busy dad.
Those days when I returned home from school, I remember the display of increasing global temperature on my television screen. All over the world, the screams of milions was just to find a solution - a remedy, to get rid of demons that threatened the human life, to name they were, global warming,melting of glaciers,number of holes in ozone layer, scarcity of drinking water, food and oxygen to breathe. Yet, there was terrorism and even the satan didn't know for what joy it was.
No brains of the world had solution. Homosapiens were the endangered species in their home planet Earth. The countdown had begun, for the end of life on planet - earth and also for a new millennium to begin -3K!
The new millennium had something new in its pocket for human kind. Humans knew that they would die, they had guessed the way the death would meet them. But, the new millennium had stricked a cross mark on their guesses.
The clock was about to show 12-01a.m. All were ready to scream, "happy New Millennium - 3000!". As the clock showed the awaiting time, all screamed with fear as strange creatures came out of stranger wagon. Unlike our airplanes, it was spherical.
Yes, they were aliens to my home earth! The aliens were not scary like the villian in VAUDEVILLE. Perhaps, they were beautifut, white like precious pearl. Their attire was feathery jet back, perfect contrast to their complex. They came before the crowd and opened a hescagonal bottle with red skin. Pale Pink fumes were released from the bottle, within few second, everything turned pink, including the clouds. Even the human skin turned pink and all closed their eyes together and never opened them again. Milions were lying dead before me. But, I was the only girl who survived. That's why, today I am Angel all alone.
But what made me immune to the 'pink prince of darkness'. I remember, that evening before leaving my home, I observed a little tulsi plant which had sustained its life against all the odds at the edge of my thick compound wall. As always, being absent minded, with no reasons or logic, for heck of it, I plucked two tulsi leaves and chewed it.
None knew the way to run against the pink-killer, but i had survived with nothing more than just two tulsi leaves. My brown eyes witnessed the dooms day, death of my mom in her black gown, death of my dad whose eyes were still stuck to mine, death of smiling aunt and park-mate uncle, death of A, death of B, death of C,...... death of Z. Every square feet of dear earth was death row. Yet, I was an exception, I was alive just to be Angel all alone. The pink fumes were not evil to me, the oblivious sight anaesthetised me.
When I regained my conscious, I found myself in the glittering golden cage. Where i am Angel, all alone.
The Aliens need Angel to be immortal like a thing of art. I am nothing more than curio for them. They are curious about my body and all the blood nerves in it. Yet, my human mind is mystery!
Before decades, the haughty humans had kept a couple of animals in cage under the board "endangered species" but today, the aliens have kept a human in cage under similar board.
What can be done now ? The angel is all alone in a cage with no doors.
But, if at all, ancestors had thought about Angel and those who would live on earth after them, if at all they had love and cared about mother earth and fellow beings, if at all they had joined hands to swim together and no to sink, if at all they had taken small steps without pointing at others, today I would have been Angel all alive and not Angel, all alone.
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