running to stand still.

there is something heartbreaking about lost love,especially when the day dies and night sets in....
especially when the wind weeps and the trees try to comfort them...

there is something heartbreaking about twilight and skies painted with the hues of heavy pink and with light filtering through them...makes you think of home and where your heart is.

there is something heartbreaking about watching romantic movies and crying not because the hero and heroine live happily ever after..but because your heart has become so cynical that it does not believe in happy endings any more......

there is something heartbreaking about friends going their separate ways..because howmuchever you promise yourself and each other to keep in touch..it never happens...daily life snatches away all your time..and eventually only timeless memories about past days remain..which generally induce a peaceful nostalgia..but at times leave a deep etching pain...once in a blue moon....

there is something heartbreaking about the death of a loved one..because even when we cry for what is lost..somewhere in the back of our mind and in our hearts we know..we will and we have to move on..that is how life is..and there will be day when we get up one morning to realise that you cannot remember their face anymore..what remains are vague features and again memories of what was once a life........

there is something heartbreaking about certain singers voices ..which call to your soul and bring out all those stacked pain accumulated over the years....and tried level best to ignore...all you can do is submit to them.....

there is something heartbreaking about unrewarded hard work.......which at times makes you want to give up on believing in basic principles on which the wheels of life run...

there is something heartbreaking about losing faith.....and then being miserable thereafter...and forever searching something which will prove you wrong and redeem your faith.....

there is and always will be something heartbreaking about the matters of the heart and soul....

well,as for the name of the article it is one of my favourite U2 songs...listening to which is one of the principle reasons i am writing such sad stuff.....

i want to share the following lines with you guys....it is not something i have written..but something i read in a friend's blog..where she had mentioned it to be a message..i have no idea who the author is..
but these lines do touch a chord..especially at those points in life..when you stand at crossroads..and cant help but wonder..."when did it all become so complicated?"

"i want to go back to the time when getting high meant on a swing..when drinking meant apple juice.. when dad was the only hero..when love was mom's hug..when dad's shoulder was the highest place on earth, when your worst enemies were your siblings..when the only thing that could hurt were skinned knees..when the only things broken were your own toys...and when goodbyes meant only till tomorrow........."

signing out in a somber mood...
ice-sombe-ress.