waiting...

i was flipping through a pictorial book on Somalia the other day in the library...
and i started admiring the haunting photos the photographer capture in a single frame...
as i fell deeper into this fixation of these images...
all i could think of was, were these forgotten angels still alive now?...

i didn't know how to feel...
sad, angry, confused, anguish or in awe...
yes they are the children of war, chaos, famine and diseases...
but their seemingly vacant eyes were peaceful and serene...

those eyes captured at that very moment are immortalised into this book...
i could only imagine what they were thinking when that photographer came around with an equipment so foreign and unexplainable to them...
in a land that have been cast aside and forgotten by the world...
a single lens wanted to see, feel and reach out to them...

i have walked the streets of Rome, seen the lights of Paris, climbed the great wall of china and sailed down the river Nile...
i have seen the world...
but the world i live in is so different from the ones these people come from...
their world revolves around basic human survival...

the need for food...
the need for health care...
the need for infrastructure...
and most of all, the need for affection...

i will not have lived until i have seen what they are seeing...
suffer what they are suffering...
yearn what they are yearning...
and bleed like they do...

I'm still waiting for my life to start...
till then all i can do is to engulf myself in this unfamiliar emotion...