Poetry / The Building (Spoken Word Poetry) [5]

Many a times when you are out on a normal course cruising and enjoying the sight scene, spot a very shabby, not that old but unkempt building round the corner.

Grimy looking, faded with wrinkle-like chipped off dead skin exterior all over its dilapidated structure suggests it has suffered so many seasonal catastrophies on its own. It has become a commodity now out in the open for all day display and been sold over to many businessmen, passers-by as it can not afford its coal, maintenance and levies to stay alive above the ground.

Once, it used to be beautiful, tall, elegant, stylish, modern and considered sexy for its monumental design like a Hour-Glass. It was a dream of a family who literally gave their blood to nourish it for many years. They loved it, celebrated it in numerous occasions, birthdays, parties... They decorated it with expensive ornaments metal; silver, gold and so fashionable attire; silk, linen, velvet that would expose its superb proportional well-crafted shimmery, slender curvature leaving it to others disposal.

For some time now it has been hovered by lust driven devil's advocates in gentleman's suit who trespass a religious, social and moral boundaries, rip off it's every bits and pieces. As luck would have it, it will or has already succumbed to it's fate: As It Dies Slow.

Soon it will be replaced by new one surpassing the older beauty but with positive High Interest Value that will soon spread and turn active even in the veins of its preys following the same fate As It Dies Slow.

If only one could read between the lines and say "let's not call it a building anymore. let's call it a poor girl with positive High interest Value(HIV) as it dies slow(AIDS)."