Waiting

She watched her favorite piece of crockery float away from her while she stood on the only visible chunk of land for miles at end. She had always loved water, dreamed of traveling south to the shore to see the beauty that was the ocean. But now she had lost everything to water, her family, her home, her belongings, and her life. Drenched to the bone with only the clothes on her back and an ache in her belly that was unmistakably hunger, she waited to be rescued. Day gave way to night and the sun took over again. And she’s still there, waiting.

A Nation On Its Deathbed

Yesterday she turned 63 though she looks much older than that, weak, feeble and frail. Socially ostracized, drowned in debts and flood water and mourning the loss of its off springs to extremists and foreign drone attacks, she is left on the mercy and kindness of others. Tears of blood are shed each passing day as she witnesses her impending doom. She can only be saved if her children unite against the powers bent on destroying her. Only they can bring her back to her former glory. For she is their motherland, Pakistan – the land that once resounded with songs of peace.

The Way Out

Ben Johnson couldn’t predict the future; he couldn’t even predict the next few hours’ weather. But at this point in life he needed to know what way fate would take him. The feeble attempts he made to fix the errors hadn’t really worked, they had just reinforced that he was a loser, a failure at everything he did. Defeated, he mixed up a cocktail and gulped it down, a drink of shame, humiliation and trepidation. He then sat down and waited. Waited for the drink of death to do its work.

Hatred Erupts

The mental abuse
inflicted
caused an emotional cramp;
excruciatingly real
as hatred bubbled out
from a once dormant volcano.

Losing Grip

He reached out in an attempt to grab her before she went too far out; out of his reach, out of his sight, out of his mind. He didn’t fully understand what was happening to him, he was losing memories, losing them faster with every passing moment, with every jump that the second hand took. But he didn’t want to lose her for she was the reason he was coping with this hectic life. She was the bait he was using to pull his life back to normalcy. And he wanted to get there before he became a victim of his own loss of identity.

Life's Like That

Total numbness

and then a sudden gush of excruciating pain.

Numb again, followed by searing pain.

One moment here, another there.

A sharp climax

and then there is the anticlimax

Life says expect constant change.