In search

Silent Prayer I ask mum if she thinks that too many people have died this year or is it just my perception. She just sighs and says maybe the seasons have been harsh for the weak and the old. Its the passing of a generation, I concede, gazing at the patterns on the table lost, each in our own deep morbid thoughts. I reflect, on how the days of our glorious past have become history today. What we did in the past are buried deep grave of memories. All that is seen today are cold monumental epitaphs with engraved letters that will fade in time. We cannot love one thing too much because it doesn’t last forever. How many tears have we shed, how many graves have we dug and filled, how many ashes have we scattered with love, longings and despair? We are today born out of what we did yesterday, yet it cannot be the same tomorrow because of what we did today. And so lets rest the heavy burdens of our aching souls today and wish each other good night and peace. Lets hope we may see each other ag