• solivagant_soul 11w

    •Parallel Macrocosm•


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    A halt before the nefarious shop and a gruntled
    gaze of the butcher amidst silent chaos.
    In the cramped cage where we count
    our breaths and wait for death
    where time is a living paradox and
    sequent goodbyes plummet incessant
    tepid rivulets gloomier than a serpent's alley
    My eyes loiter at the horrendous sight
    One after another, the hair on her
    skin twitched out callously.
    I glance away as the cleaver touch her
    naked skin, and as her overpowering
    screams take over the streets,
    my heart palpitate thousand protests
    like everytime one of us is dragged and
    chopped for the sake of the gluttony of
    these pitiless chickens.
    The screams of my sister cease to a resting
    point and I look over to check the butcher's
    hands soused in red and million sins.
    Exchanging few merciless smiles,
    and notes of five hundreds,
    I watch over big lump of tears,
    impotent to her rescue.
    a sin handed over to the gratified chicken
    in a black polythene


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    A figment of my imagination are the branches
    of the same tree of verisimilitude.
    Drop by drop i fill my belly with tears
    when boulevards of the town are congested
    with desolation.
    In the night's ocean, kissed by ice, through
    the moss covered pathways I loiter.
    When hunger balances on a cliff,
    eventually falling towards the end,
    You will see me sleep curled up in a
    sphere in one of the secluded footpaths
    Away from the cosmos where opulent
    dogs accoutred in black suits drive past
    the streets of the town in lavish Lamborghini.
    Sometimes the sky appears crystal clear
    like flutes of champagne
    And few hands stroke our grungy heads
    and drop chunks of breads on our paws.
    In a city where "humans" are slaughtered
    for meat and abandoned in the streets,
    are we anything more than transient
    bag of bones and a heart counting its
    steps towards death ?

    ©solivagant_soul


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    Disclaimer: Might be disturbing to some

    • 1st part - Humans( Chicken)
    Chickens (Humans)

    • 2nd Part - Humans ( Dogs)
    Dogs( Humans)

    How would life be if instead of chicken, humans were slaughtered for meat.
    How would life be if humans were abandoned in the streets instead of stray dogs?



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    Parallel Macrocosm

    A halt before the nefarious shop
    and a gruntled gaze of the butcher
    amidst silent chaos.
    In the cramped cage where we count
    our breaths and wait for death
    where time is a living paradox and
    sequent goodbyes plummet incessant
    tepid rivulets gloomier than a serpent's alley.
    My eyes loiter at the horrendous sight
    One after another, the hair on her
    skin twitched out callously.