The Metropolis
The Missing Soul
In the Metropolis
Recently I was in a fast growing Metropolis
A rarity for my kind who lives in a place
Far away from dizzy urbane heights
In all pervasive scarce amenities, roads and lights
The difference in lives, expressions and drives
Stark and evident in huge proportion
Right from the moment I got in that beautiful bus
Volvo, elegant in design, smoked glass doors
Controlled by hydraulics
It bent, swiveled and opened to let people in
A fairy in the grip of a demon
Dancing at the whims of the giant,
Moving its delicate limbs in a rhythm
Imprisoned since ages, forever
Baggage collection swarmed with people
No, they are 21st century humans
Glum faces, fortified emotions
Controlled through training and education
Strange collage of a mob on a sort of peaceful riot
Designer suits, jackets, denims, brands, gizmos, gadgets
Conveyors shun any emotion
Narrowed eyes, laser focus on that small aperture,
Where baggage first appears
War veterans jumping from the chopper, one by one
Moving forward in a queue
The loved ones trying to locate their own
Hopes rise, travel and vanish, a continuous loop
The way it always happens
Growing prosperity crying to be noticed
Symbols littered in excess
Plastics, LED, glass tiles, escalators
Debris of old blown by tsunami and quake
Of bits and bytes embedded in everything, everywhere
Sand is filling every space, vacuum or air
That giant size TV
Shows hang in air, the motion in a mode of freeze
No one is watching drama, dance or thriller
Soap opera, romance, violence, sex or humor;
The actors and directors look stupid at this time
Humans here under captivity
Chained by jungle of signals
Cables, antennas, towers and transmitters
Control the minds,
Small device glued to ear or hands free
May be a new technological breakthrough
Trolleys are walking in unison
In front of column of army
Steps match though covered in different size, colors, texture
Every breath with a purpose, design or some drive
Adjusted to mechanized creations all around
I was looking around to find souls
For that chemistry which turns one on
But could not see any
Even though a sea of humanity in front
Continuously flowing through gates, corridors and passage
