Proza

It had been drizzling from the morning. It is not that I hate it. But drizzle over a long period of time seems too depressing to me. I do not know- but today a dark and gloomy emotion is stirring my heart to no ends. My eyes are wet with tears.
I close my eyes I discover my consciousness afloat in the ether far above the ground looking down upon the gloomy grey world below. I see a city, an unreal one, where half awake people walk with unsure steps, sighing heavily, to some unknown destinations. They walk.
The residences seem like the jungle of concrete- life less. The green trees have been tinted grey with the gloom of the sky. The leaves are wet and unmoved; no breath of air; they stand there- silent, bearing witness to this unexplainable sadness.
Tall, wide apartment buildings have populated the jungle. The drawn curtain, dark windows and the balconies- half hidden in the gloomy darkness show no sign of life there as if they are some sky scrapping cemeteries of this unreal world.
It is damp and sultry. So many unknown tears, unknown emotions are vanishing into the ether mixing with the atmosphere and then to the bosom of the sky; how powerful and how so gloomy sad those emotions are that such unimaginably wide, deep and large sky cannot keep her calm! The emotions of humans too become unbearable to her! On a day just like this she wears her gloomy veil of sadness- sometimes wails, sometimes weeps.
But this gloom does not seem to affect some humans who live in the slums!! The little ones do not fail to find a body of water even in the city or outside! As if they celebrate the bringing of Queen Sky to her tears! They jump, they swim and they quench their parched skin-skin that bears the pain from this sneering city, the world that looks down upon them with pity or hate, everything else that seem to haste away from their vicinity as if they are faced with some unearthly and unholy creatures! They loafe and sing the song of themselves!
I, too, feel pain. Such a big world and people cannot fully populate all of it. Yet there are people who seem to find it not enough for their persons. They raise wars, buy and sell souls and bodies and kill humanity. How much does a human need to live and die happy?