The Creatively Frustrated

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(This is a lengthy story based on actual facts. Episodes will be posted over a span of a few weeks. There are going to be NINE episodes in total. For "Episode 1" click here . Enjoy!) Episode 2 Maheen wheels her bag out of San Francisco airport and looks around to see if anyone’s here to take her home. Right then a Lamborghini stops a few feet from her and from it emerges Eemaan, the 20 year old bride-to-be. She is clad in a pink sleeveless top and white Capri pants, a glittering pink hand bag hangs from her shoulder and her long dark hair flows down to her waist. “Maheeeeeennnn!!!!” she screams excitedly running to her in 5 inch high heels. She throws her arms around Maheen’s neck and kisses the air next to both her cheeks. “Oh. My. God. Maheen! You have gotten so sexy in the last year! My, My! Look at that figure! How do you do it girl? If only you wouldn’t tie that luscious hair of yours in that pony or bun or whatever it is, guys would be falling all over you- But I heard...

Half past twelve Can you see yourself? Half lit faces Incomplete stories surround Half hearted smiles Can you pick one to wear? Half and a quarter It should cease to matter

(This is a lengthy story based on actual facts. Episodes will be posted over a span of a few weeks. There are going to be NINE episodes in total. Enjoy!) Episode – 1 A dark haired, tall woman with exquisite features and a flawless complexion walks in a queue to board her plane. She looks impatiently at an old man in front of her moving inch by inch. “Damn these wrinkled creatures!” She mutters under her breath. Finally her turn comes and she hands over her boarding pass to a man. She over takes the old man, her heels clicking as she treads quickly in the tunnel towards the airplane.   She gracefully sits in her spacious passenger seat in the First Class cabin and notices a little boy sitting next to her. “Great! First the old buffoon and now this boy will make my flight miserable.” She thinks irritatingly. Maheen is 25, with apparently no interest in children or old men. The plane taxis and takes off. The seatbelt sign is still lit. It feels to her as if somebody is ja...

Sweet odors of love Combine, Mingling souls as one, Entangled intensely so, Existence was left behind. Reality barely intertwined. Alarmed, they all warned, 'You'll be consumed,' They said. Rebelling, ecstasy Heightened. 'I'll risk it all,' I said, And I indulged. Going deep within, Crossed the boundaries of The conscious mind. 'Believe,' I said. Empty eyes stared. But there it was, Among the depths, My beloved. My nirvana...

Traffic Noise Carbon dioxide Swirling black clouds Hovering over building tops Pour acid drops Drops-Of a different kind Then rush down our spine With a curse Escaping parched lips They fall into the puddle Of unresolved conflicts Rebellious KESC Blames WAPDA for it's inabilities While darting eyes Search for an oasis Between environmental And self imposed heat A sight for sore eyes Pakistan studies:"With moderate temperature, Karachi is a coastal city"

Global warming seemed like an issue Before she came And absorbed those ultra violet rays With pampers, new and improved Now available at cheaper rates Israels expansionist plans Were worth a discussion but now a days, It's mother care's sale That steals her attention Litters of urine Passed out by her baby Measure more Than the magnitude of water problems Our world is facing "to be or not to be" Is no Shakespearean dilemma my friend It's now a decision Of being or not being Exclusively breast fed Colors of stool Intrigue her more Than change of seasons Or shades of red She is a mother, alright With responsibilities towards her child But is motherhood A mere reduction of her existence To puke, poop and piss?