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The Seven Deadly Sins and the Urban Man



I am no philosopher and I hate to talk like one. I am no thinker, I hate to think, and I am no God.
There is an evil hiding in the attic. The lofty mountains and the free flowing rivers are losing their sheen. There’s a quirky air that’s engulfing the entire human stratosphere. The urban man is unhappy, he carries a fake smile in his wallet, he craves for his lost sleep, and he tries to decipher the unknown facets of life.

The snow-clad corners of his heart throb to achieve those hidden desires. The monotony dilutes him, it makes him quiver. He tries to abandon existence; he tries to embrace the famous solitude. Slowly the detachment turns into wrath…

He becomes unhappy with everything that happens around him. The missing symphony from his existence make him envious. Everyone looks beautiful except him. He no more finds bliss in his corridor. The mirror curses him, the scars grow endlessly.

The evil in his attic gets powerful; it slowly spreads venom inside his mind. The corrupt Satan is benefited from his sloth. Lust loiters in and around him, he commits one more sin.

The evil grows bigger. It completely destroys his psyche. He becomes a vagabond – homeless and disheartened. The greed to achieve something very quickly makes him insane. The urban man powered by Satan rises without sympathy. He reaches a monochromatic place where he finds some known faces already sitting there having fun. He grins, he feel so complete to achieve that dream throne. Suddenly everyone near him vanishes. He finds himself lonely again but he continues to smirk. The pride becomes his best friend. The narcissism increases, he falls in love with his shadow. His hunger turns in gluttony. He unknowingly commits the seven deadly sins. He becomes a sinner thus he falls…

His loneliness became his curse, his naivety became his enemy.

Suddenly, the clock wakes him up. Oh! God, I am alive. He praises his existence and embraces life once again. The nightmare became his well wisher in disguise. The waft of breeze touches him with delight. He now caresses the beautiful dawn, he walks again through those green aisles – the seven deadly sins fade away into oblivion – The humanity softly settles down…


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3 comments:

  1. He now caresses the beautiful dawn, he walks again through those green aisles – the seven deadly sins fade away into oblivion – The humanity softly settles down…
    ur expression is really nice
    urban life described perfectly

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  2. I've always believed that there is a very thin line of difference between holy and evil, and often one slip does it all! This is particularly relevant in today's world, where there is scant regard for values!

    Very well written Pallav! Bravo!

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