Bereaved and Isolated
It was death all around, else people would be waiting for the final colossus to come to them and take them away with a whisker of a smile.
It was the time of hatred, just more hatred. We had no time for others, because sooner or later, they will perish and the perils will come chasing.
We waited for our turn. Yes, we are trying to make amends, steal away bit of thunder from the apocalypse and turn a blind eye to the slaughter game that’s tormenting us – when we are awake and when we are not asleep.
The cries, the agony, the contempt, the betrayal, the animosity. This is life, and life is cruel, standing at the pinnacle of failure.
We can see it coming, but we stand still, waiting for the inevitable. Perhaps, something more than just inevitability.
The First Time
Jennifer was equally scared, since her father was a part of the Army and it’s negotiators who were destined for an end that they refuse to see and condemn.
She is quite an opposite, though. Her mother is her friend and philosopher, but she obviously belongs to a generation that has seen lot of blood and vengeance running through their backyard. She supports her husband, but cares for her daughter and understand that such levels of tedious vibes might as well take a toll on the young girl. She is only 22, and loves poetry.
She is accompanying her mother to the bakery today, its been sometime since she visited the bakery or the main market place, she very fond of fish but her parents don’t buy it often as she has a medical condition and fish is not recommended. But, she still loves them and persuades her mother to get it, at least once in a week. But not when her father is around.
Air of Reluctance
A time of turmoil and prejudice, where human relationships are fragile and time isn’t giving you the space you want to live your life with a feeling of reciprocation. Time is for hatred and terrible things, things you don’t to hear or say or feel, yet all such divisive thoughts get the better of you in a resplendent, rustic flavour of unjust moments. You remain undecided, people around look pretentious and non conducive, let alone love taking a you turn for such rustic times. Yet, love prevails. Love dangles with a sword in your hand, ready to face the army who is far more powerful and indispensable than you can ever imagine. Yet, love remains your sole and only reason to believe that you will live, and see others live with dignity.