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Negative emotions are very addictive. They actually release endorphins into the body which provide a very pleasant sensation. Consider stubbing your toe. Endorphins are also released. The sensation as the pain fades away can be euphoric. As crazy as it sounds this is what is going on with negative emotions. People become addicted to the release of endorphins produced as the negative pain caused by the emotion fades away. They develop a need for negative emotions to get the endorphin payoff. It is exactly like being addicted to a drug.

Free yourself! Live your life to the fullest.. it's the only one you know of.

Be good! Take Care!

It's Eerie!

I am too low
And I am afraid
Horror struck
Letting it spread
Slowly yet constantly
Feeling helpless and alone
Just lying here
Watching it decay me
Bit by bit
Allover
Taking over my body
Is there time
For my soul
To be saved!?

I hope!

Where are you my true love?

How many more to go

Before I see you

Do you even exist?

I thought I knew a few.

I tried to find you

In many around me

Bumped into a few close

Some even bent on their knee.

How many more times

Do I have to fall

How much more hurt?

Before you make the call.

From tree houses to the palaces

What could I do!

Put in all I had cause

Each time, I thought it was you.

One came as a notorious youth

And was quite innocent

But after few years 

That road got bent.

Then was full of maturity

And dreamy air

Got lost on the way

Ended the passing affair.

When came the crazy

Exuberant, passionate brat

I thought- this is it.

But it wasn't just that.

And now I am lost

Don't want to look no more!

When you are here

Try knock on the door!!

The only difference...

There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn't ‘cause I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love and then you don’t have it? 

What if you like it and lean on it? 

What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? 

Can you even survive that kind of pain? 

Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.

~ Meredith Grey, ‘Unaccompanied Minor’

इस रात का कोई सवेरा नहीं

ये जो घना अँधेरा है
वो ढलता क्यों नहीं
जिसको ज़्यादा चाहो
वो ही मिलता क्यों नहीं

ज़िन्दगी तेज़ रफ़्तार से चल कर
फिर आज राहें हैं थमी
मुस्कुराहटो के समंदर भर कर
लो आ गयी आँख में फिर वो नमी

वही मौसम, वो लम्हा है
क्या तेरी कमी तो नही
नहीं- नहीं अब हमें
तेरी जुस्तजू भी नही

बस अब बहुत हुआ
इस मर्ज़ का कोई इलाज ही नहीं
सपनो भरी ज़िन्दगी जी कर
आज, एक बार फिर, मैं वहीँ की वहीँ

मनु

If you lost her- you deserved it!

First love is a learning
And so you risk too less.
But taking things for granted
Always leaves a big mess.

When your world revolves around it
And nothing else you adore.
There is so much as you can give
And have nothing left no more.

Easy come easy go,
And you don't value what you get,
You may forgive for a lifetime
But there are things you won't forget.

There are reasons on your mind
And you think it's okay, you know!
But soon all realize
You reap what you sow.

Now do what you want
And be what you want to be.
Embrace all your coolness
Cause now you are free.

But remember,

There will be a time
When folks will have their ones
And if you are lucky, you'll realize
What you had done!

So, when noblest of things backfire
Even when you put your heart and soul in it.
Let go.. cause if there was no fear of losing
It probably was not worth it!

May you get what you are really looking for. God bless!

You shouldn't have!

You
made me smile when
I was down,
Brought me food when
I was hungry,
... you shouldn't have!

You
hugged me when
I was angry,
Kissed me when
I was sad,
... you shouldn't have!

You
danced with me when
I was happy,
Talked when
I was mad,
... you shouldn't have!

You
walked with me when
I was tired,
Altered me when
I was bad,
... you shouldn't have!

You
touched me when
I was lonely,
And then you said ...
... you loved me,
... you shouldn't have!

He's a Rockstar!!

Long, soft and curly locks
Bright Ts, torn jeans and converse
You can spot him from afar
He's a rockstar!


They trip on his tunes and never tire
As at the console he's always on fire
Doesn't booze but hangs out at the bar
He's a rockstar!


Head bangs on Dubstep and Psy-Rock
At 24*7, after every party he would stop
Mostly rolls in a silver car
He's a rockstar!


Choosy about what he eats
And dances on a double beat
So much wants to learn the guitar
He's a rockstar!


Mention Morrison or Shpogle and he flips
Sometimes on his own tunes does he trips
Believes in raw-sex, love, peace and no war
He's a rockstar!


Complete wild in appearance at the start
But truly genuine at his heart
Would pick up the girl whose hair has a flower
He's a ROCKSTAR!!

The beginning to another end!

Decades that flew by are now three

With all the flaws in me

"Living in the moment" got some change

Broadening the horizon's range

Adding on vice by vice

Now and then paying the price

Thirteen periods non-haven

Earning the bread now since seven

Some entered and left

For others I am in-debt

Few disappointments, rest all good

Guess I did all that I could

The beginning to another end is here

Time to move up a gear!! 

आखिर क्यों?

एक दलदल सा है
जितना खींचती हू बाहर,
और धास्ती जाती हू |
काफी हैं लोग नज़र में
फिर भी दिल को तन्हा ही पाती हू |
फिर वर्षा हुई,
तबले की थाप के साथ,
पर मैंने तन्हा ही पाया
अपना हाथ |
तुम वहीँ ग़ुम हो
अकांक्षाओ में अपनी !
और मैं हू बस
पुरानी यादों में दफ्नी |
डर है, गुमान है, गुस्सा है,
शिकवा है, दर्द भी है,
किस से करू बयां
अपने रूह के घाव ये ?!
वो कहता है
एक कदम तो बढाओ आगे
बाक़ी सफ़र मैं तै कर दूंगा |
तकदीर फिर आमने सामने ले आई
पर तुमने फिर कर दिया
हर बार की तरह अनदेखा |

My valentine... you are not well in time dear!

Background Score: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYRgPWTkfpE

Punishment for real luv

"Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished." 
~Goethe

All love stories have happy endings but mine...

न आँख में नींद, न मन में चैन
हर रात बस करवट बदलती है,
सुबह उठने की चाह कहाँ
अब मन्नतें रात ही भरती है|

माना झूठ में जीना है फ़िज़ूल
और वो तो खुद को कहा हुआ झूठ है,
पर उस झूठ से कहाँ तक बचना
जिसका ज़िक्र हर साँस करती है|

कल गया, आज आया, कल फिर कल जायेगा
कतरा-कतरा हर पल को जल्दी है,
और ऐसे ही धीरे- धीरे बर्फ, मेरी तरह
अपने ही पानी में खुद ही पिघलती है|

अब न कोई चाह, न मंजिल, न हमसफ़र की तलाश
न ही कोई खुदगर्जी है,
शायद अब मैंने ये बची-खुची ज़िन्दगी भी
उसी के नाम कर दी है!

14022012 without you...

I tried so hard, my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet, you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

Another love before my time
Made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

You'll never know how much it hurts
To see you sit and cry
You know you need and want my love
Yet you're afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from life?
To try it just ain't smart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart?

There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart

55s and Then Some

http://fiftyfivefun.blogspot.com/2012/01/nine-months.html

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