Desire

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice
He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice
He longs to kiss every lark of your hair, dont' fret, he has no choice
IN his frenzy love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice


A lover asked his beloved, do you love yourself more than you love me
the lover replied, I had die to myself and I live for you
I disappear from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you
I have forgot all my learning but from knowing you, I have become a scholar
I have lost all my strength, but from your power I am able

I love myself, I love you
I love you, I love myself
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As from one of the track by Deepak Chopra in Buddha Bar

Phase Two

Hopes have come and faded. The situation looks like vaccum without any hope lingering. They say, hope is the last thing anyone should give up. But it is getting extremely difficult to hold on. Offers are being made and rejected.

Patience is running thin. Everybody is in verge of collapsing. Waiting has started to see who will fall first, more importantly how they land. Smiles have disappeared from faces. Even the tinist efforts are starting to be felt like big burdens.

The wave has changed. Vibes are different. Everything is so negative.

Frustration, a phase

Trying to calm down others' frustration and controlling own are two totally different pairs of shoes.

Frustration can be controlled, but up to a certain limit. Once it crosses over the boundary and patience wears off, it gets wild like storm and cannot be controlled until some damage has been done. It does not do any good to anybody, those who are frustrated or those who are the cause for it.

This phenomenon has been witness and proved world over. Many have thought, they have understood and know the ways to prevent it, but few manage and many fail.

In me, frustration is rising and attempts are being made to control it.

The bottom line

The bottom line is always "the peace of mind".

T'was nice to talk after a long time. Drinking has been good as always. It was quite a surprising experience to talk about politics . Seems like change is unavoidable but hopefully it is for good.

Big Hi's to Nabin, Biswo, Sudeep and one unknown dude who has been quite most of the time.

Missing is but a natural phenomenon

There are few people in the world you feel close to for no particular reason. And some, you wish you had never met. Others ... well, does not matter if they really existed.

There are few people in the world, you are ready to let them, even if they want to rip you off your soul. And some, you wish they would die instantly. Others ... are unaware of your deepest desires.

There are few people in the world, you wish to be belonged to. And some, you pray not to even get close. Others ... never mattered much and you can't count them anyways.

There are few people in the world, who matter to you in more than one way. And some ... you probably would never even think of. But when you are in a deep shit, it does not matter who extends arm!

But: Love doesn’t last forever

The success or failure of relationships depends on how popular you and your partner are. Creative artistes, emotionally volatile and difficult to handle as they are, are more likely than others to jump into relationships. However, that’s not to say mere mortals are any less discerning or changeable as far as their love partners are concerned.

In fact, multiple lovers do seem built into the very human DNA. Or, so says the Coolidge Effect. When a male rat is dropped into a box with a female rat, there’s an initial frenzy of sex between them. After a while, the male tires and his libido drop. If a new female rat is brought in, the male rat’s libido rises again. You can keep repeating this process with new females and it keeps performing till it almost drops dead with sheer fatigue. Female rats too flirt more with unknown, rather than known rats.

This phenomenon, known as the Coolidge Effect, is true of all mammals. Yes, even humans. And, amongst humans, it certainly seems to be truer! Surveys claim love doesn’t last beyond three and a half years. That is the maximum time one can be “in love” with another person. So what if the object of love changes — so be it if that’s the only way to keep romance alive! After all, what is it that kills romance? Why is it that the moment a relationship settles into normal companionship, the excitement peters out?

Coolidge Effect says it all boils down to the fact that sex with a new partner raises the dopamine levels, to the Don Juan curse, which says men and women are wired to look for newer partners in the hope of improving their genetic success in future generations. However, my personal favourite is what Robert Johnson, in his book “We: Understanding the Psychology of Romantic Love” says.

He explains that the sparks that romance or attraction arouse are actually a yearning for a spiritual connect that goes beyond physical. As we settle into relationships, we forget to connect in a spiritual manner with our regular partners; the daily rigmarole of life sees to that. And so, if we find other ways to achieve that spiritual connect, dramatic highs that are present in a new relationship would be ours in our stable relationship as well.

As Posted by Santosh Kumar in The Himalayan Times

I love you

Everyone, read this as a very personal epistle direct, straight from the hips, both guns blazing - as always.

Spring has sprung. It's gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous out there. It's hard to just ramble on in the manner that I do without a clear picture in your head of the truly magical garden I've landscaped over the last couple of months. I don't have the words to paint a picture.

I want to thank you for being the magnificent person that you are. I want to thank you for the laughter you've brought me. I want to thank you for letting me be. I want to thank you for letting me feel safe enough to cry in front of you, or feeling safe enough to cry in front of me. I want to thank you for walking with me. I want to thank you for
the times you held me, sat with me, ate with me, cooked for me, let me cook for you. I want to thank you for including me in your life, letting me say when things were too much. Letting me grow and become.

Thank you for communicating or not, responding or not, knowing me or not, caring or not.

My garden I have been creating is a kind of ritual to walking through the wasteland and still laughing. It is a tribute to each and every person who has clapped for this faerie. There is a plant planted for every single person who got this faerie.

I am ecstatic that you're alive. I'm blessed to have YOU as a friend. I'm happy for the gift that YOU are and have been to me.

I love you very much.

As mass-mailed by a friend many months ago.

Gave up

There is something sweet about some people. The innoncence!

They might be the friend who is around you most of the time. But every time you see them there is something new about them everytime you discover them a little bit more. Sometimes reminding you of what you REALLy are! and sometimes they take you high up in the greatest of the height just to slam you down! and in other times, they are just so gentle that there is nothing in the world comparable. They just take you to the places, you can only dream of [not literally!]

Always nineteen! It's always good to get opinion!!

Becuase if I want to rewrite Cliché !