Gratitude and Grumbling

One moment you are grateful, and in the very next you tend to grumble about the same things that you were grateful for.

And I think, it is only human to do so.

It is as though we are balancing the feeling of gratitude, with the feeling of dissatisfaction (and vice versa), just to attain some sense of stability within; as though happiness isn't the key to peace; as though something else is.

Drunk-Talk Romance

Oh once, there was a phase full of drunk-talk romance,
When nobody ever wanted to just leave a chance
to pour the love out of their heart's tip
after the spirit touched their drab lips.

Oh once, there was a phase when everyone who
did not have the courage to express love
would seek a bourbon whiskey's woo
to find them words to win over their beloved.

Oh once, there was a place where all the drunkards met
some sang songs of joy, while some silently wept,
and that is where I found him, sitting in the dark
with eyes full of stories that tore him apart.

High on whiskey, tipsy was I,
when I went near him,
he saw me, passed a courteous smile
and turned back to his grim.

Curious, I went to try on him my drunk-talk romance,
but found that he's the only one that didn't need this chance.
There was something more to his silence, I wish I had known,
the depth of his silence hid something which I wish he had shown.

Oh once again, I was in this place,
seeking out to give and take some solace,
but this place was still full of drunk-talk romance,
and I couldn't find the one who didn't need this chance.