Walking in Lahore with scattered thoughts | Wednesday Walk

The birds have flown
And people have gone
The wish, the wish to become these light birds
Do they wish of anything?
Do they have tensions of conscious and unconscious set of minds?

I am branching out in these trees
Like these leaves
Every impossible possibility is there
I could be a waiter, could be a dancer, could be much more
Much more as these petals are !
But i have to choose one among all of them
And it is strange to just see one leave on a tree.

These were my scattered thoughts akin to these scattered birds sitting on the cables of electricity. My brother asked a question; how these birds could sit on these electric cables? Don't they feel the electric shock? They sit on one leg; my father replied while i was speechless though my mind had the same answer but my mouth my locked.

Lahore is an old historic city from the old time period whose roots are often chained with the dawn of hinduism. It's self-evident that the rivers brought up civilizations along banks. Water - the basis of life - is one of the drivers of civilization that made people to live around it and thrive around it.

I admire these buildings in lahore. They remind me of glorious past of the city. They remind of the classic old time. These patterns of architecture reminds me of the artisans and their climate friendly techniques in the architecture.

Buildings are aging like I'm. How beautiful they were in their youth time span. Every walker viewed the splendid youthful view of these buildings and yearned to buy them. People changed and they left the spirit here in Lahore.

This city never left me to feel bore but i get bored of those people who don't see in these detoriating buildings narrating stories of bygone times.

Abandoned things
Abandoned places
And Abandoned people
They looked beautiful to me
The beauty of real self shines out
The beauty of lived memories
And of experience

These abandoned structures never stopped to live; they took modified shapes; adjusted and absorbed in the surrounding. Abandoned never asked for anything ; they gave everything they had.

I kept on walking on the road. A huge flood of people as i might be crushed down. Unaudible and audible mixed together and ears were turned off. Eyes were jammed like traffic and mind slept like a dog sleeping on one side but still walking behind my father.

Even in the terrible moments, i never stopped noticing and remembering details of things around. My sight took a flight to catch the view of old cathedral.

Windows.....Windows...Windows
I went upstairs along with my brother and father to a mobile shop or i would call it a congested cabin without electricity. Only a bench to sit, a fan with no air. I kept on walking in puzzle like game inside the complex. This complex was really complex. These shops are joined like thoughts are joined together. I kept on sitting on a bench in another shop listening to random people coming to shop, arguing, bargaining and walking back.

A tree crawling out of a wall breaking all the boundaries away. My father was searching for mobile cover and stubbornly asking for the same cover as had. Pain running through my brain. The crowd made my brain ring on pain.

Beautiful...Amazing ; but we forgot these architectural techniques. These were the words in my mind whenever i was entering a new square. I don't like those people who unsee things.

The GPO - General Post Office

The old red building reminded me of famous poem of W.H. Auden "Night Mail

Poverty steals the life they wanted to live
The smiles they wanted to share
Under the shade, they are forced to sleep
Forced to move like herds' sheep

I spotted another catherdral there. I wished to go inside and witness the beauty but i walked towards my father. We had to go back.

Classic old cars being renovated. They are beautiful; i was seeing them while gate was locked infront of me.

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