Peace comes in packets. It is air-dropped. It has quotas. Not served as an all-you-can-eat buffet, where you stagger out pot-bellied, sated after three helpings of mandarin-marinated calm. Take your packet and run with it. Rock it crooningly, make it last. Soak in its nourishment for treks through the marshland. Teach your children not to play toss with its doughy white balls. Divide it wisely. Sparingly. Warily. And always stock a crate, a spare stash of easy breath. Label it ‘Fragile’ and ‘This Way Up’.
Look to the sky. Look up in hope. Stretch your arms to the ether so they think you are praying. What do they know, Unbeliever, you’re only reaching, your eyes are only searching, your spirit is only screaming, for your next fix of stasis.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
I had a conversation with a friend on very similar lines, earlier today. Only, she was talking about happiness. Her happiness. If I were to replace happiness with peace, I wonder what is worse – no peace or no happiness?
Lovely writing as always, OJ.
R: I think they’re interchangeable. If one’s happiness lies in peace. 🙂
How do you make everything sound so beautiful?!
Zarine Mohideen: I see the world that way.
Three helpings of smiles
At your innocent wiles
The main blog’s one
Responses tw/oo, won
Just love your expressive styles!
Aunty G: I’m going to take a break from limericking to share that something happened to me yesterday that was very similar to how we met: a first name and email address mix-up again. 🙂 Made me think of you!
You’ll tell the story? Pretty please? Love
and hugs:-)
Aunty G: Sure. 🙂 Email or messenger?
Huh? Not on a blog? Well, ok, e-mail, then! Ta. Love and hugs:-)
Guest Appearances? Since when? Lovely!
So late here, I was away.
Peace is precious, peace is rare
But a girl like OJ
can create it anywhere.
Aunty G: Since the beginning of the blog? 😕
dipali55: Awww! So kind. You’re so kind.
Beautiful!
Anindita: Thank you, Anu. And thank you for stopping by, despite being swamped with massive life changes. ((Big hug))