A POEM.

I don’t know peace,

I know what it feels like occasionally.

May be its in the cup of tea,

Or in the sleeping soundly after tiring for weeks!

I find peace in planting seeds,

The soil makes me feel tranquility.

Sometimes I find it in cleaning around me,

It’s like cleaning your head & accepting the defeat!

Acceptance is another kind of peace,

Of wrongs & rights, separately.

Accepting the truth is what brings the tease,

Further realising the lies puts us to ease.

There’s peace in a good book & a story.

You can also find it in the words of your diary!

A word from an old friend,

A text from a long lost love that still aches,

The moving to a new place,

Or even moving the furniture inside the gates!!

All is peace in bits & pieces.

We even find peace in the moments of losing to nemesis!

Moments, that make our lives full & firey,

The little things that give us meaning & make life less tirey!

Those moments we live everyday,

Those are the real parts that gets our life into play…

Peace is find in the moments we pay,

Paid it off well, we realise it the next day,

When the peace is missing & things are at hay,

That’s when we know what it feels to be served by peace in a tray!