Translating thoughts to words

You owe me a moment…
...a moment of silence… Where all I can feel… ...is a subtle presence… ...not of the known-seen-admirable stature… (as today I barely remember the outline…)... ...but the company of the soul…the heart……if only you still possess them… …if only you assure their adherence…

...You owe me a moment…a moment of silence…!

The stretch from head to toe…the release of energy…the ‘let it go’ therapy… I wished it worked…like it works for you… Like in a flip of second…you turn pink…like the next moment, you turn blue…!
Like with ease… once you smile…like in a blink you are annoyed… The ‘let it go' therapy…I promise I tried… And I wished it worked for me…like it works for you… In a flip of second if I could turn pink…and the next moment I could be blue…!

Your composed voice…I believe I have heard before… Those animated deep brown eyes…summarize some familiar story… The dimly dimpled chin… succeeds in holding my gaze for a moment… The locks of curly hair…magnetize my fingers to sweep them off your forehead… “Stranger you are!”….I know… I said!
“Remember me?” all of a sudden you ask…intervening my diffident thoughts… Your insensitive, detached voice suddenly shakes me up… I see the slender line between love and hatred turning bold… “Stranger you are!”...I know…I told! …but maybe…yes, maybe you are the same person…the one I used to admire… ...the one who used to inspire…
...Now, in a different skin…uneven and rugged… …which mercilessly hides your glow…! The deliberately masked face of mine…smiles and utters… “You are somebody I used to know…!”
It does not annoy you, you stay unaffected….  “Stranger you are now!” I know…I said!

A widely accepted conception-
‘Whatever happens...life has to move on!’ In consent…still…(sometimes) I ponder upon…!
I feel...with every loss (of relationship)…
something inside you dies…! And with each gain…not only you...
but your soul ignites…!
As you gain a relation… of any kind, with any definition… You rule over your flaws…win over the frights… Run with the breeze, fly with the kites… You sing, you dance…the happiness reaches heights… Yes, not only you, but your soul ignites…!
A loss coming unexpectedly your way… The moment…which simply takes away… those ‘fly in moment’ days…‘walk on beach’ nights… the ‘to be learnt’ wrongs…the ‘to be done’ rights… the intensity of your voice, the depth from your eyes… Yes, something inside you dies…!
You move on…yes, you live every emotion… Justifying the ‘Life Does Not Stop’ notion… But with each addition and after every deletion… Analyze…! Are you still the same person…???

What do you do when you are frustrated?
Before we proceed with this, let us talk about the term ‘frustration’. Just in case your thoughts are wondering (specially ladies, who relate the term 'frustrated' to some despo guy who might have rushed into them in some forgive & forget days of their pasts), my definition of frustration here is what goes much similar to the concept of 'irritation / annoyance or disappointment'. It just means a not-at-peace mind!
There can be several reasons behind someone's frustration, like: ·Lot of work pressure ·Boredom / nothing to do ·Not getting successful outcomes ·Unwanted guests ·The traffic / road jams ·A session with self-possessive people  ·Heartbreak ·Poor health ·Missing someone badly ·The feeling of helplessness ·Suppressed Anger…etc and etc … 
The list is long as sometimes you can get frustrated by a minor issue... and yes, sometimes you might just not get affected by anything. So, all of this actually depends on your state of mind an…

I feel the pain, agony, despair, fear, anxiety & heartbreak. That does not make me weak. That simply makes me human!

Don't let yourself become the puppet of my choice and don't try to make me the doll in your hands...

The moment someone regrets having you in his/her life...you come up with either of the following conclusions:
1. The person is not worth you...
2. You are not worth "anyone"....

Option 1 might make you rude, but it also gives you the energy to move on. Option 2 leaves you bothered.

Choice is Yours! I bet you can be your best friend or your worst enemy...! And yes, there is a serious problem if you are human and you think from heart!

“Om Namah Shivaya, meaning, I honor the divinity that resides within me.”

      ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

“Only once in your life, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you. The things that seem insignificant to most …

Who says we, the emotional creatures, live in past? We live in present, especially because we are into the habit of being judgmental.
This article owes its origin to a situation I got in last evening. One of my colleagues requested me to come with her to shopping. I was not well, not in mood, too tired after the full day work and so I politely refused. She got upset. “You always have issues in accompanying me. With others you would happily go,” she burst out.
There would have been at least 50 such occasions in last five years, since I have known her, that I would have accompanied her to shopping, temples, hospitals etc. But just because I refused once, it meant I have issues. Yes, this on-the-spot judgment was passed on a ‘current’ situation, which had no connection with the past.
It is like “Forget what you did for me in past. What can you do for me today?”
This reminds me when once I called up this friend to wish her on her birthday. “Oh my God, where have you been? You have forgotten…

“I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with a hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is withheld  you promptly turn sick, crazy, and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore-- despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have 'that thing' even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He …

The struggle is immense... Get back your confidence...
Their love...their hatred… Cannot make or destroy you… You keep trying them… As they try you…
Add fire to your presence… Get back your confidence…

You thought people invest in materialistic things…! 
I met this old friend of mine and during a candid discussion asked if he is seeing any girl. “Oh yes, I was. But recently had a break-up,” he said. He is quite younger to me and so showing my concern I asked the reason. He continued, “I invested 6 months in her, took her for movies, lunch, dinner, gave expensive gifts, but she was never into me. One day I asked her to stay overnight at my apartment so that we could spend some quality time and she refused. Come on what a Sati Savitri. My 6 months were wasted.” I was dumbstruck. My friend with such sick mentality! I confronted him. And here was his reply, “Come on! Even girls do that. They go around with a guy for free gifts, treats in big restaurants, daily movies and the list goes on. It is a selfish society we are living in. You can expect me to be Gautam Buddha.” So, his investment in that girl did not give him expected returns. I am sure, however, that some guys get good returns. A…

Bolo agar to karne ki fidrat bhi rakho… Gire agar to sambhalne ki himmat bhi rakho… Dekhte ho mudkar agar har gam ke mausam ko… Jiye hai jo muskurakar…unn palon ki izzat bhi rakho…

Come on some SICK ladies...I am sure you exist...do not show your sickness only to your family or friends, come out of your comfort zone...IT IS OK...feel free...be social...gather on some road-side shops, throw vulgar comments on men, watch them with lusty wide eyes, sing cheap songs, consciously put your weight on them in crowded buses or trains, pick some innocent ones from roads, rape them, be brutal, throw them naked on roads....and teach men all over the country to dress appropriate, avoid walking on roads late night, carry chilly sprays, take self-defense classes and be alert. Afterall who can take care of them 24X7. They must learn to stay safe!

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
      - Stephen King, Rita Hayworth & Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons

Beautiful line by Mitch Albom, For One More Day...

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept through..all the time spent running from myself.