Life in passing

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.

Just when you think that things can't get any worse... They always do

The most helpless situation is when your beloved ones are in pain and you can not do anything but just sit by there side while tears trickle down their faces. You just keep staring at them and wishing you could change things but you know the only way for their pain to reduce is with time perhaps a long time. And you start day dreaming that you can make time move faster, but you know you can't do anything but you can't see them crying too, you can't see them in misery. Still you just sit and stare equally in pain but may be your pain is different then theirs. It was a 150 minutes journey to her place and she was sitting next to me her eyes swollen from all night of crying but the tears still kept flowing. She wept in silence and all I did was wipe the tears ones I did not know what to do. She wasn't talking and my attempts to start a conversation had already failed, so we traveled quietly. But when we reached her place I just could not see her. Her faced showed expressi...