We grieve, we rise, we cope or we fight. Everyday and every waking second there is a scuffle for survival or success and no one is at peace. Peace is just turning into a myth or an illusion, soon we will need a lot of expressive phrases to explain to the coming generations what peace and solace meant. Its a forgotten feeling and soon will be obsolete; but why are we always at unrest? Why are we just not happy with ourselves, our surrounding or our reality? I being the one questioning does not mean that I am all perfect and happy and at peace with all I am and all I have, I am equally a part of our struggling guild. But I am wondering and questioning because I still remember what it meant to be at ease with myself and my surrounding and now I don't know why am I in a battle each day with everything, I think all this is inching me closer to self demolition and a crash is coming, I can feel the tremors.
Blank is the feeling and not so blunt are the words... Its like a gypsy with no mission and no where to reach, he only arrives and he only travels not chasing anything. No dreams to follow but is still a dreamer, no highs to reach but is still a bird that flies high. This he chose by choice but is felicity in sight? Its a question not only the gypsy but we all ought to ask. Its dubious, the answer; and makes him diffident on rationality of existence... Another gloam arrives and again the rage of the seeker is choked a little more...

you'll know soon, what it meant to be peaceful..soo..very soon
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