Why people don't write comments

It's Strange, we all are here to read but never express our opinion about the what is written.

World is Changing

I am forced to wonder what we mean by the phrase World is Changing, does it mean that the entire world has changed, and we are facing a cnsequence or is that just our world , our internal space, our set of friends have changed due to different reason and thus we are feeling a chnage.

Obviously my next question becomes, why and how do we adapt to this change.

How do we react when we have achieved our goals and have no one to celebrate it with?
How do we react when you feel lonely in a crowd of people?
How do we react when you the only one sitting alone on a New Year's Leave?
How do we react when the only time you find solace is when you are crying?

Woman

This poem is really very close to my heart as i feel it describes every essence of woman, how she is always around us, for us every single time.

A Woman
maybe a daughter or a sister
maybe a wife or even a mother
and sometimes
maybe just all of them

She is there
to cater for everyone's need.
She is kind, she is gentle
She is caring, she is a wonder

Be an encouraging smile
in our Paradise
or a gentle supporting touch
in our agony & pain

She spends night in jublience
to celebrate our Happiness
She spends sleepless nights
to Support us
to come out of our Darknese

She is a Child, She is lovable
She is a Girl, She is Adorable
She is a Lady, She is Adaptable
She is a Woman, She is a Mystery
who lives with us all
but yet too hard to unfold