They say that they fight for peace. They say ‘peace’ and yet they fight, I thought as an onlooker passing a slight comment, after feeling an overflowing feeling of disgust trickling down my cup.

‘I am fighting down my way to fetch some sort of simplicity out of this so tangled complex world. I am fighting down my way to grab some peace for me. I am trying to get myself out of this so screechy world and above all I’m fighting to search some answers within me, right inside me to the questions irking me from long time. Yeah! I am fighting. I am fighting for peace.

Though my physical appearance is not marred and charred, my soul at some places is. Though I don’t sit in those deathly ghettos, yet my soul walks in dark lanes. Though the dawn doesn’t reveal the loss on my face, yet its glitter exposes the discomfort in me.

One day I felt like breaking the walls, letting the captive breathe the fresh air, letting it feel the change from cold, wet, darkly dungeons , to a bright winter sun. one day I felt like speaking my heart out, I felt like cursing, I felt like venting all my feelings in a violent act against all I held guilty, just to ease myself, to grab a moment of peace, if not a life.”

And then I heard someone saying, “You say ‘peace’ and yet you ‘fight’.”