What would you do if you had to live with some perpetually angry people? People who had nursed grudges like people nurse babies? People who could not stand each other but had to stay together? People who got angry at the drop of a hat and fought with all their might?

What would you do if you had to live with these people because you did not have any other options? What would you do if your day started and ended with shouts and screams and nothing changes?

Can you tell me what to do? How many of you are living with angry people? Have you ever lived with an angry person?

Living in the middle of a storm!

There seems to be no end to this storm,

Which started several mornings ago,

It keeps swirling and swirling, unrelenting and unabated,

Spewing all the venom about the things despised and hated.

I am going crazy in my head, how much can I take?

Constant anger, how many smiles can I fake?

The whys and hows don’t matter any more,

When all some people want is to keep the score.

Peace; something that is pure and white,

Solace that the dreams offer in middle of the night,

Hardly suffices for no one understands that there needs to peace for something to grow,

Wonder how long will this storm blow!

जहाँ छोटी छोटी बातें भी बोझ सी प्रतीत हो,
जहाँ हर बात पे दर्द हो , साथ अतीत हो,
कोई कैसे कुछ और सोचे , अँधियों से झूझने के अलावा,
जहाँ प्यार का, अमन का लगे सिर्फ छलावा,
माना की कुछ पाने के लिए कुछ खोना पड़ता है,
पर ऐसा भी क्या की हर बात पे रोना पड़ता है,
कोई क्या कुछ नया करे जब पुराना ही इतना हताश कर जाये ,
की आहें भरते भरते ज़िन्दगी गुज़र जाए।