Looking for Answers

What do you do when you seem to be fighting for peace
Every single day?
To be heard, to be understood.

Things running out of hands all the time.
But what do you do if not wait and watch them
slip from between the gaps in your fingers.

Every turn you take seems to be a wrong one. Every decision a bad one.
The ones you thought would stay, left without so much as a word.
The ones you’d rather never set eyes upon, linger in your thoughts all day.

Nothing ever spans out the way you want,
and nothing ever comes out of waiting long.
Everything you ever wanted, you might as well drop the hopes.
And making peace with what you have, if only it was that easy.

And why, oh why? Each day, do we wake up,
consoling that pretty little heart of ours,
that one day everything’s going to be fine.
Sometimes, you just know, it’s never going to be.

It’s going to be a mess in your head
A lump of sorrow in your heart.
And yet like someone who suffers from memory loss,
you convince yourself, it’s all good.

Endless questions. Answers, not one.
Confused as hell? Yes.
Looking for… answers, maybe.

– Asha Seth

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  1. What a lovely and honest poem! You basically voiced all of our inner thoughts, concerns and deepest darkest secrets, which is a task in itself. Kudos for the effort!! Enjoyed reading it.
    Have a look at the character review of this amazing woman Mary, Queen of Scots who lived to fight for her rights!
    Regards,
    Pikakshi
    Readers of the Night

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    1. It’s was dark night, with some dark thoughts, in a dark room, I sat dark and dull. And thus some dark words formed on paper, through my ink in dark black.
      Thank you for your thoughts, Pikakshi. 🙂

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  2. Peace of mind, I find, is the mission of life. It can manifest itself in countless ways depending what your individual needs and values are. Peace of mind is elusive and you may never achieve it–at least thoroughly. But pursuing peace of mind is a lifelong trek that involves every muscle, every heartbeat and every thought. Your entire body contributes to the hunt. It is the true game of life and as is the case wth most games, how well you adjust to the challenge has much to do with how much you get out of the game…but you must, always….always….play on! Thank you, Asha, for your terribly depressing posting…if I had not read it, I would not have written the above…and I am glad that I did, if that makes any sense….it is early, first cup of coffee. You, have a wonderful day!

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    1. Well, misery is like that parasite that often leeches onto us when our hearts are weighed down by a thousand ifs and buts and what nots. Peace, yes, ever elusive. But writing these thoughts down that were raging a battle inside me for years, peace was achieved. Thanks for your words, Mark. If it was not for depression, we would not appreciate the things that made us happy. Cheers!

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  3. Two types of people leave you :

    1. Those who did not deserve you,
    2.Those whom you did not deserve

    After every break up ( even after permanent break up – “Death” ), first day is the most difficult.
    Second day is also painful, but a little less than the first. One day,…a…DAY… comes after many many……years….. when you say :

    “हम तुमेह भूल के खुश बैठें हैं
    हम सा बेदर्द कोई क्या होगा” !!

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