कुछ सपने दुबारा फिर कभी नहीं दिखते...

बहुत कुछ कहना था
कुछ सवाल भी थे
पर हमेशा की तरह, वक़्त कम था |
घडी भर देखना चाहा
पर नज़रों की उधेड़ बुन लगी रही
और हमेशा की तरह वक़्त कम था |
बहुत कुछ सुनना चाहती थी
कुछ महसूस भी तो करना था
पर कैसे? वक़्त कम था |
एक सदी बाद मिले,
क्या कुछ/कोई बदला था?
शायद तुम? मै?
नहीं! जो बदला था वह "हम" था |
ये सच है,
मैने सबसे ज्यादा तुम्हारी चाहत को चाहा
आज मिलन में वो सच थोडा कम था |
वही तुम, वही मै, कुछ प्यार-सा भी था
बातें भी वही
नहीं था तो शायद वो हमदम था |
हंसी भी थी
पर वो ख़ुशी नहीं
शायद समां ही कुछ नम था |
आज कुछ भी हो
कल क्या होगा
बस यही एक ग़म था |
काश छुपा पाती तुम्हे अपने ही अन्दर
फिर कभी भी कुछ कम न होता | 

The morning people are different from you and me

Morning people are more proactive – and therefore more successful in their professional lives — according to new research.Who is a morning person, by definition? It is someone who gets up at roughly the same time on weekdays as on weekends. 

• Early birds are more proactive than evening people – and so they do well in business.

• They tend to get better grades in school, which gets them into better colleges, which then leads to better job opportunities. Morning people also anticipate problems and try to minimize them. They're proactive." (Not that evening people are life's losers: They're smarter and more creative, and have a better sense of humor, other studies have shown.)..phew!

• The morning people were more likely to agree with statements such as "I feel in charge of making things happen" and "I spend time identifying long-range goals for myself." (In the sample, the "evening people tended to sleep two hours later on weekends.)

• Can you change type? "Somewhat," Still, it can be tough, partly because half of your chronotype, as it's called, is determined by genetics. And just changing the hour you wake up may not change your inherent "morning-ness" or "evening-ness" In other words, getting up earlier will not automatically make you proactive.

• Chronotypes also evolve over a person's life cycle: Teenagers are evening types; between the ages of 30 and 50, people are evenly split between morning and evening types; and people become morning types as they pass through their fifties.

• The challenge for businesses is to "bring out the best from their night owls." Evening types may no longer serve as our midnight lookouts, but their intelligence, creativity, humor, and extroversion are huge potential benefits to the organization.

Source: http://www.inc.com/news/articles/2010/07/research-says-morning-people-are-more-proactive.html?nav=rel 

What makes a MAN!

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;


If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;


If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;


If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! 

— by Rudyard Kipling

क्या करूँ...!

सुना है उन्हे जन्मो के वादे नहीं पसंद,
मै रेत के किले न बनाऊं तो क्या करूँ!

फिर वही मौसम आया है सर्दी का,
मैं ख्वाबे दिल न जलाऊ तो क्या करूँ!

न कोई आहट, न दस्तक, न कोई सुराग है,
यादों से दिल न बहलाऊ तो क्या करूँ!

बीच राह में छोड़ कर उसने मुड़ के भी न देखा,
हर फ़िक्र को धुए में न उडाऊ तो क्या करूँ!

खुश है वो अपने आप में, मेरे बिना,
मैं अपने आंसू न छुपाऊ तो क्या करूँ!

न कोई गुफ्तगू, न एक मुलाकात मुझसे मंज़ूर है,
इस हुक्म को भी सर-आँखों न लगाऊ तो क्या करूँ!

Schizophrenia..

Dear You,

If you’re reading this, then it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There is no easy way to say this so, I’ll just say it. I met someone... It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. It wasn’t in the make. It was the perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

Now, there’s this feeling in my gut... She might be the one... She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and it scares the shit out of me. Because I have messed up in the past. But if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there... It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment; the moment that could have changed everything! I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should trust a leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good!! Like home... like that hill-top flower. And you make excellent coffee. That’s gotta count for something, right? Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,
You-Know-Who

Déjà vu

Good morning LA! 
In the land of lotus eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you are dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times, if only someone had told me! Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learnt. He goes on without me. While I drown myself in the sea of pointless recollections. I don't know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California Sun. There are things I need to figure out, for their sake at least. The clock is ticking, the gap is widening. They won't always luv me- 'no matter what'.
Later!

If You Forget Me...

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda 

It is a - 'word'

It is friendship, it is luv,
it can be life; death, anger, lust, hurt
Or can be a feeling, place or a person!

When the baby utters it,
the mother smiles.
It can drag you to court
or shorten up the miles.

It can fetch you marks
add weight to your personality
It can make or mar relationships
It can build or destroy nations

It makes a man-a man
It can brighten up moments,
days, years or even a lifetime
or can break one's heart
and get them in demise.

It can clear up things
making life easier and happier.

A right word- can do wonders!

Happy Teachers Day!!

"भुला नहीं पाई हूँ तुम्हे"

हर दिन के शुरू होने पर,

कुछ न कुछ ऐसा हो ही जाता है,

जो याद तुम्हारी दिला जाता है,

एक बार फिर तुम्हारा मासूम सा चेहरा,

मेरी आँखों के सामने छा जाता है,

...भुला नहीं पाई हूँ तुम्हे!

ऐसा नहीं कि आंखें नम हैं,

बिछड़ने का ग़म भी शायद नहीं,

न वो तड़प, न वो जलन है,

फिर भी मिल जाने की एक आस सी है,

इसी लिए लगता है,

भुला नहीं पाई हूँ तुम्हे!

ठंडे कोहरे से भरी सुबह और रातों में,

याद आती हैं तुम्हारी सांसे,

हर ग़ज़ल के हर शेर से,

याद आती हैं तुम्हारी बातें,

आइने में क्या अपने आप को देखती हूँ!

भुला नहीं पाई हूँ तुम्हे!

शायद तुमने कभी मेरी कद्र नहीं जानी,

शायद मैं तुम्हे कभी समझ नहीं पाई,

तकदीर के आगे बस किसका चलता है!

ये जो दिल है, ये किसी की कब सुनता है!

और मैं तो खुद मन हूँ,

शायद तुम तो भुला ही चुके मुझे ,
लेकिन तब भी भुला नहीं पाई हूँ तुम्हे!

I hate love!

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it (or maybe they did!). They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, (or say something like- You mesmerize me baby!) and then your life isn't your own anymore. 


Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' (or 'break free!') turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love!




Neil Gaiman

Forgiveness

You cannot go around and keep a score. If you keep a score on the good things and the bad things, you'll find out that you're a very miserable person. God gave man the ability to forget, which is one of the greatest attributes you have. Because if you remember everything that's happened to you, you generally remember that which is the most unfortunate!


Today-a quarter ago.

Last words

I am a fool,
a fool hopelessly in love.
So much so that
a re-emphasized break up call
makes me think
that it might be for reuniting
That every move you make,
every word you say against being together,
I understand it in the meaning
you don't intend it to be.
That when I hear your voice
after a long, real long time
my heart beats fast
in anticipation of hearing
something it waited for all this while.
The words that it craved for!
A hope that made it beat
just for this supposed day.

I believed the universe

conspires for making me have what I want.

But as always,

the reality bites!

And so today I promise,

I wont let you know

that I keep any hope; my only aid for a survival.

I wont let you know,

about my longing for you.

For you don't want to see me

and so now will become invisible too.

Yes,

I will even forget you

for your happiness!

The answer..

From the movie: Before Sunrise

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112471/

Look into my eyes, you'll see what you mean to me!

A man has only one escape from his old self to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.


Clare Boothe Luce

How?

Love that well which thou must leave ere long. 


William Shakespeare
(Love that thing nicely which you have to leave soon. Means love that thing or person well which you must leave before long, i.e. soon.)

Is it?

Whenever you give your time, you are making a sacrifice, and sacrifice is the essence of love.

Emptiness...

Everyday when I wake up, it strikes me in the weirdest of places and in the strangest of ways that you are not around anymore. And believe me... it hurts!

Do you?

Long after moments of closeness have passed, a part of you remains with me and warms the places your hands have touched and hastens my heart for your return.


Robert Sexton

The solution

Give in to love, or live in fear.

Mimi Marquez, "Another Day", Rent

I understand... I do!

Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.


Rev Ed Hird

Extreme emotions

Hot tears roll from the sides of my eyes and down my plumped cheeks, which ache from smiling and I squeeze them with my hand to stop. It occurs to me how close happiness and sadness are. So closely knitted together. Such thin line, a thread-like divide that in the midst of emotions, it trembles, blurring the territory of exact opposites. The moment is minute, like the thin thread of a spider's web that quivers under a raindrop. Here in my moment of unstoppable cheek and stomach aching laughter, as my body rolls around, my stomach clenched, all the muscles taut, my body jumps about, is racked by emotion and therefore steps ever so slightly over the mark, and into sadness. Tears of sadness gush down my cheeks as my stomach continues to shake and ache with happiness.

How quickly a moment of love was snapped away to a moment of hate. One comment to steal it all away. Of how love and war stand upon the very same foundation. How in the darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. When feeling at your weakest, you end up showing more strength, when at your lowest are suddenly lifted higher than you've ever been.

They all border one another, those opposites, and how quickly we can be altered. Despair can be altered by one simple smile offered by a stranger; confidence can become fear by the arrival of one uneasy presence; a waver on a balance beam can turn excitement into pain, in an instant. Everything is on the verge, always brimming the surface, a slight shake, a tremble sends things toppling. How similar emotions are.

How quickly such comfort with someone can shift to awkwardness. How in the very second you reach a dead end, moments when you are convinced you know exactly where you are going are altered. A realization in less than a second. A flicker and the light becomes pitch black.

I continue to stare at the ceiling, feeling lost again when only moments ago I'd been found. My answers of only minutes ago are again transformed into questions.

A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now but look through this veil and see possibility of love; you are sad now but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure to a complete mess- it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.

Thanks for the memories 
-Cecelia Ahern 

Worthless?

"And think not, you can direct the course of love; for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course". 


 Khalil Gibran

Possessed

"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart."


 Josiah G. Holland

Good morning to good night...

Some day, someone will come into your life and will love you the way you always wanted.
If your someday was yesterday, learn.
If your someday is tomorrow, hope.
If your someday is today, cherish!!

:snort :snort | :roar :roar | bow bow | Hueu

You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogum-snoogums, You're the Apple of my Eye... :)
................................................................................

And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear... :(

...and then you reclined!

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.


Emil Ludwig

For no regrets...

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

George Eliot

How to Save Your Own Life (1977)

"Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. . . . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more".


Erica Jong in How to Save Your Own Life (1977)

You always concentrate my whole senses..

"My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses".


John Keats (Letters to Fanny)

Emotions...

"Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other".


Jubal Harshaw Robert Heinlein in Stranger In A Strange Land

The reason

The minute you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on for so long...

@05/06/2009 | Friday | 7 PM

"You know when you listen to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a car passes by so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway...then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again, you're still in the exact same time with it. That's what love is like."


Waiting for the noise to pass...

...........................!!

Each time I think it can't get worse,
that I've become numb and free from the curse,
But each time you prove me wrong,
and throw me farther... showing me where I belong.

Every time I think it's enough that I've cried,
the wound that run deep has probably dried,
But then with something or the other you keep digging deep
slicing my heart further into a heap.

What have I done to get this from you,

I always tried to do what you wanted me to,

loved you truly with all I had,

Just to have you by my side, I was glad.

Falling apart,
They said I was foolish and this feeling is unreal,
that one day I will realize- my life is surreal.
In a way, some moments of weakness, that did come true,
a couple of times, I did hate myself for loving you!

They said,

Distance makes the heart grow fonder and that time heals all,

Every moment I prayed that into its place, should everything fall,

Out of sight you went but from my side I didn't let go out of touch,

Seems you have moved on from your end, as much?!

Today, 

I am not even part of those five-hundred odd people of your world; those few!

cause from being 'the one' I belong to that list who 'know' you,

Why can't you see, I am still the same girl, you wanted to be with for good,

I would bring back all that magic, if I could.

After doing all this hope you are happy,
As you think someone better is waiting for you, maybe.
But one day, someday, for sure you will realize it,
As for me, it is the end of life as I know it!

The new me...

I belong to storms and thundering rain,
I love myself in intense pain,
I crush the ones on the ground,
I despise empathy, even its sound!
I hate the lesser mortals- humanity,
The moods I have are beyond sanity!
I stand for malicious darkness,
cause that's the way to survive in this world full of fakeness!
I am no more the one I used to be,
Filled with ruthlessness is the way to be!
Now I know exactly what to do..
for that, all thanks to you!

From 'the one'...to being part of the list..

I am trying to find the right feelings to convey,
what could I possibly do to make you stay.
It is so hard to find the right words,
to make my heart be truly heard.

With one decision, I lost all I had
and I don't even have the right to get mad!??
A decision in which I had no say,
For some moments of happiness, a lifetime I have to pay.

I tried to convince, talk, explain and even fight,
But anything I do is just not right!
For you I am not the me you fell in love with,
And that's why you did what you did.

But you are the you, who had swept me off my feet,
genuine, humble, kind and oh so sweet.
In anger we say all we don't mean...
In my shoes, have you never been?!

I apologize for calling you names
I take back all rudeness and the blames
What could I do, I was in pain
needed to catch your attention at any cost, without shame!

I still believe that you are all I need,
all the roads I can imagine, to you all they lead,
I can be the person you would adore,
Try me, just once more?

Days without you

Every single day
I look at your pictures
I go through the memories
The time spent together
Dream about you
I look though my window towards the road
And see you walking down towards me
I wait for your call, a message
I keep searching for a sign
That you miss me as much I miss you
My brain wants to hate you so much
But I am just not able to, heart says no!
I still long for the time when you would come to me
And all would be okay
I know you won't, or maybe...

Trying.. but just can't!

Another day, another night,
I hug my pillow, without you in sight.
Without a drop of sleep in my eyes,
I lie awake, cursing the goodbyes.
My head spins round and round,
and heart aches to listen to your sound.
I wonder where you are and what you do,
are you happy being lonely,
or do you miss me too?!
Was it so difficult to be with me,
that the pain I am going through,
is something that you can't even see!
You miss me too,
but that could be just my make belief,
something I tell my heart to escape the deep grief...

You are perfect for me...

Love you and miss you... :(

You make me hate love

Long walks in the woods

Cute pups on the roads

Forts and castles with their majestic aura

John Lennon’s - Stand By Me

Colored glittery bangles

Slow sweet dancing

Dimpled smiling cheeks

And that fat old Santa Clause

Grey skies or rainy evenings

Umbrellas with kitty faces

Long brunette shiny hair

Movies with happy endings

Hot coffee with caramel topping

Cubs with small mustaches

Drums or anything to do with thumping

Mirrors on bed-sides

Flowers, chocolates, candles, babies, bonfires

Commitment, care, pampering

Thoughts, world, life, me and much more

You make me hate them all!

You and me...

And if there is anything like it then you are my dream. You are thoughtful, charming, caring, have a purpose in life, respectful, adorable and have the strength to handle me.

The only thing I have is determination and true love for you.