Lost and found

Here we are going to discuss the emotions pertaining to the words "Lost and Found". It is an emotion which is a combination of multiple emotions acting in a sequence. When we loose something it makes us feel bad or we feel sad. The feeling of loss is a negative emotion. This often makes us feel powerless and weak. On the other hand when we gain or achieve something, it makes us feel happy. The feeling of winning is a positive emotion. Which makes us feel capable and strong. Now when we have something then loose it and finally find it back again. We feel a joy which is greater than that of just having something. If there were an instrument which could measure the levels of positivity and negativity of emotions; it would show that positivity the positive emotion of winning is not as much as the positive emotion of winning after a loss. 

Like the bollywood movie, Baazigar. Where the Anti-Hero says.

"Haar ke jeetne waale ko baazigar kehte hai."

SPOILER ALERT !!!

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Sadly there's no happily ever after for him as he dies in the end of the movie.

Having a pet.

 Ever wondered that if you had the choice of having any animal as a pet, what pet would you have? Also while you are busy deciding what animal you would like to keep as a pet. Think of a reason why you chose that particular animal and not others. 

Pets can be left to live on their own or can be trained to be more responsive to what the human wants from them.

Having a pet is both responsibility and fun. As long as you can provide the animal with enough space which acts as its natural enviraonment and give the animal enough food so that its not hungry, you can pretty much keep any animal as a pet.

People love having birds as pets. All kinds of birds can be kept as pets. 

The most common pets are cats and dogs. The more you love your pets the more they love you back.

Few people have a pet mouse or a hamster.

Few people keep animals with them to gain benifits from them. Like hens, ducks turkeys, pigs, goats, sheep, cows, buffalos, etc. These animals provide meat, milk, wool and leather. 

Some people keep exotic and wild animals as pets. Elephants, Lions, cheetahs, leopards, tigers, etc. It shows their status in a society. That they have enough to feed themselves as well as their pets.

Animals such as horses, donkeys camels, snow dogs, etc; are also used as a means of transportation.

Aquariums are also commonly seen at many places since it is easy to maintain small fishes.

Few humans like to keep snakes, lizards, chamelions, tarantulas as a pet. This is more of a statement about their fearless attitude. It could also mean having empathy levels that go beyond the visual appearance of a living being.

Undergoing Excision

With you we end,

with you we begin.

In my heart they live,

everyone who has touched this skin.

Carrying many secrets,

every record of moments they've seen.

To let the world know,

of the places they've been.

Collecting experiences like treasure,

hoping it would help them win.

Unforgetable consequences,

that taught them how to sin.

They can't go back and change,

don't know if they are out or in.

How can they tell that its over,

when they aren't sure if it needs to begin.

Tell them what is the point of

fighting a war against your twin.

If you loose a winning battle

would you still keep that grin.

These lives that know the answers

have no reason to lower their chin.

Every existence is

a life which is paper thin.

Pop these ego inflated balloons

with your all knowing and righteous pin.

Dump all that they hold dear

into the garbage bin.

Swimming in the ocean

of the original sin.

Closing in from the horizon,

when they see that shark fin.

It will be you,

who will be known as the has been.

The Eternal Now.

 There's a saying in hindi, "Laathon ke bhoot, baathon se nahi maante."

This translates to "Those ghosts who have gotten used to being physically punished, won't concur to words."

I would like to wonder, "Why?", this is the case. The ghost in this situation would be me and I am not looking to physically harm myself in anyway. Yet, I would like to wonder, "Why?". I know what is right and wrong for me and have the clairvoyance to see where certain decisions would take me. Yet I fail, time and time again to do the thing that is right. I don't think being impulsive is a wrong thing. I don't even think I am driven by impulses as much as I'd like to admit. I am fine with what has happened and since I have no control over what the future holds I don't need to be anxious about it. What I am really concerned about, is the present moment. The eternal now! Somehow, the more I try to gain control over what is, the more it slips out of reach and when I let go, it is right there. Knowing this is how the state of existence is, I let go, hoping that I will achieve it and I don't. You can fool the entire world for the entirety of your mere existence on this planet but you will never be able to fool yourself. This is a universally known fact, I think we all know this because there is a little bit of universe in us and inturn we are a small part of it. Not going to admonish myself for my actions that brought me here. Not going to control my feelings or thoughts that will take me somewhere in the future.

I don't know what it is that I want to convey. I am not a perfect being and will always have flaws, but there is nothing wrong with aiming to be, the best version of me, I can possibly be. Whether the world judges that as good or bad is none of my concern. As long as I am better than yesterday, doing no harm to myself or others and never loosing sight of what tomorrow brings; I will be fine.

Not another love poem.

I guess loving you came naturally

because this is not our first love story.

Back to the same romance.

Life gave me a second chance.

Don't know the reason, why.

Doesn't make sense even if I try.

We have been here before. 

The future holds a lot more.

Even if i wanted, I can't tell, how i do,

but I do know the past of me and you.

I could be living in a delusion.

I have come to love this illusion.

If this is a dream,

I request society to not scream.

I don't want to wake up,

don't need a heads up.

Life isn't always a straight path.

Calculating but they won't get the math.

Let this not make any sense.

Reality can't be seen by our lens.

They try to give it labels.

Compare it with fables.

Calling out the shibboleth.

In a single deep breath.

Let them try, let them fail,

for this ship has set its sails.

They say we're doomed, it can't be

but don't know the chronicles of you and me.

A lover can be a friend.

Someone to stick it out till the end.

We are more than just a bond.

Out of nothing this love has spawned.

You're more addictive than cocaine.

Your absence causes actual physical pain.

If, from your heart, I get displaced.

I will never have my memory erased.

For these feelings give me purpose,

to do more than noting this corpus.

Living life in this circus,

I sometimes think I am Miley Cyrus,

riding on a wrecking ball,

flying before being able to crawl.

I try hard to lay low.

To you, I can't say no.

So now I know that you know.

We only can reap what we sow.

This is no social video game.

My love has no aim.

I want to believe life hasn't taken a toll,

I know most of life is out of control.

Every song I listen to

reminds me of you.

After all that we have been through 

every moment together still feels brand new.

A Warrior's Heart

Starting at the very beginning

seems like a good place to start.

Let me tell you a little secret

I know about a warrior's heart.

Its been stabbed and wounded

this is something we all know.

There are more scars it carries,

on the surface these will never show.

To trust, love and care

is what it does best.

These virtues were self taught,

it hasn't been loved like the rest.

It's good at forgiveness,

and has learnt self-repair.

However, on sensing betrayal 

it quickly retracts.

So, when it moves on

there's no turning back.

Running wild like a river,

always in a state of flow.

Assembling purpose

to intuitively go.

It doesn't have great expectations 

and knows that life isn't always fair.

It has been played with and trampled on

has its origins in the darkness of space,

yet like a big bang in nothingness,

it has power to put a smile on any face.

Can tell a lot of stories,

capable of play and fun.

Always looking for adventure

even if it's dying under the sun.

It can move mountains,

it can stand still.

It doesn't need a metronome,

to do its drill.

It does what it wills,

cannot be forced.

Could be the reason

for its guilts and remorse.

Sometimes it wavers

and falls off its feet.

Then gets up and running

by the very next heart beat.

It knows what it wants

and burns like fire.

It doesn't stop

until it achieves its desire.

Most hearts quit at failure,

this doesn't know, when to.

Every success is a result

of what it has been through.

Extraordinary is a norm

for it rejoices in the mundane.

Experiencing moments by their nature

everything from pleasure to pain.

Always living on the edge

was not a self made choice

but this lifestyle

became its voice.

Fighting countless battles

it became super strong.

It is big, full of life

and can tell right from wrong.

When two roads diverge

it doesn't hesitate to choose its lane.

It knows when to indulge

and when to abstain.

Its real value became

clearer with each stride.

It knows what it's worth,

there is no false pride.

Closing itself from the world,

was never a difficult task.

To find a place in here,

all one has to do, is truly ask.

If another is

its genuine friend.

For this being

it will meet Its end.

Having faced the worst,

it feels no fear

and when it cries,

it doesn't shed a tear.

Sometimes it's stuck  in a loop of feelings,

unlike a bullet from a gun,

Such as a moment in the jump, without a parachute,

from the edge of space into the ocean.

There are times it stops pumping blood.

and pumps lava instead.

It can be hurtful,

with poison, it's been fed.

It does get sad, angry,

jealous and insecure.

One must understand that

the broken need time to cure.

It is not perfect, it's flawed,

it is not unaware, it does know.

It listens to what feels right,

to learn and grow.

Hearts like these are rare

and if you are around one,

beware of your actions

and tread with caution.

On a journey of

infinite lifetimes, you will impart.

When you fall in love with 

a warrior's heart.

Festival of Flowers.

 Today when I saw her.

She looked like a flower.

Oh! How badly I wanted to tell her.

That her beauty has power,

like none other.

In my mind over and over,

I asked myself to stay far from her.

As the evil in me craves possession.

I avoided giving her my appreciation.

I wish I knew how to love better.

Maybe then she would be my lover.

Deep in my heart, I am her well wisher.

And I will remain to be a secret admirer.

I write down my feelings and burn the letter.

Hoping the flame will keep her warm forever.

Shayari by Yours Truly.

Shukr hai uss khuda ka,

Jisne hume iss mukhaam par rakha.

Jaha hazaar gham seh kar bhi,

Yeh dil, Na kabhi haara, Na kabhi thaka.

Lootera hoon main

Pyasa hoon main

Tere is daulath ka

Bhooka hoon main

Jo tere saanson

mein samayi hai

Jo tere aankhon

ne dikhayi hai

Jo tere dhadkan

ne sunayi hai

Jo tere khayalon

ne batayi hai

Lootera hoon main

Pyasa hoon main

Tere is daulath ka

Bhooka hoon main.

Yun hi toh pyar karte karte lagne laga tha

ke insaaniyath se bharosa utt jaayega.

Par yeh aag dil mein faili iss tarha se

ke yeh aashiq to pyar karte karte hi mitt jaayega.

(Saw this one on an auto)

Giravat ki zindagi jiya nahi karte.

Hum kissi ka peecha kiya nahi karte.

Itefaq se ye dil tumpar aaya,

Varna yeh haseen tofa hum kissi ko diya nahi karte.

Apni jaan se bhi zyada chahte tumhe hai hum.

Yeh sirf dilase ke alfaaz nahi,

main jee ke dikha doonga.

Tumne jo dil mein aag lagayi hai sanam.

Khushiyon aur gham se para yeh ehsaas lekar,

main saari duniya jala doonga.

Rain Shelter Incident

He was riding his bike back home when it started raining. He stopped at the side of the road under a small shed of a cigarette shop where a few people were already gathered. Although he wasn’t the type that would avoid getting wet in the rain but he wanted to protect his laptop and phone from getting spoiled. He took out his phone, called someone but they didn’t respond and he put the phone back in his pocket. There was barely any space under the shed but he managed to protect his bag which contained the laptop. He went up to the counter and bought a cigarette after placing his helmet on the sales counter, as the cold rain drops hit his face, he held the lighter and lit the cigarette. He looked around as if he was searching for someone. He seemed lost but hopeful, scared but relaxed. This duality of his emotions seemed to confuse the people around him. They thought it was his appearance that was weird but it was more than what met the eye. He then got a phone call and his face lit up, he was refusing something being offered to him and then at the end of the call he agreed to something. The downpour continued; he lit another cigarette. It was an hour since the time he had stopped at this cigarette shop. He stepped out of the shed for a few seconds holding his head up to the sky, as if he was requesting the gods of rain to stop. But they didn’t listen to his prayers then, so he went back. The rain slowed down; a few people who were waiting at the cigarette shop began leaving. He didn’t, it seemed as though he was in no rush. He got another call, this time he got ready to go but stopped very suddenly when he heard something from the other side of the call. His excitement went down. He bought another cigarette and a can of soft drink too. After smoking his third cigarette he felt a kind of relaxation one would feel at home. He was standing at the side of a busy road at a local cigarette shop and he was at peace. By looking into his eyes, one could tell, he didn’t want to move. It was clear that he was in pain and that the choice of moving away from the source of his pain was his. Yet he chose not to, why would anyone do this to themselves? Did he reach a point in his life where he started enjoying pain? When will the rain stop so he can just go back home. It had been two hours since the time of his arrival at the cigarette shop. Most people had left, even the shop keeper went and sat at the restaurant next door. He was the only one who stood there staring into the mid-distance. There was a longing in his breathe for someone who would just hear him out and understand. He bought another cigarette and as he finished smoking it, he got another phone call. His face lit up every time he saw the name of the caller on the screen of the phone. He spoke to the person who had called, looked at the sky and noticed that the rain had slowed down a lot. He took his helmet, walked up to his bike, started it and rode away.

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Aesthetic Radiance

I had a dream last night,

a darling in my sight.

She had decended into darkness from light,

judging from her scars I knew she had to fight.

I saw her and she came closer to hug me tight,

I tried not to but kissed her with all my might.

After the kiss she just vanished,

I looked around until I got tarnished.

It happened too soon and I lost my chance,

wanted to hold her close but life had its plans.

As I had my reasons, I knew she had hers too.

Who was this mysterious angel? I had no clue.

I thought she left me alone without a trace,

but I was wrong because I had seen her face.

I woke up to a song of love,

saw dark clouds looming up above.

Thirsting for love, hating what I did in my past,

how I could never make a relationship last.

I am broken, jealous, empty and insecure,

I am not capable of love, of that I'm sure.

With so much negativity filled in me,

I wonder how to heal this injury.

I go back in time to think,

about how i ended up at the brink.

How i thought

I gave everything I got.

I was wrong,

singing the same old song.

Life brought me back to the same place,

the orbit where stardust floats in space.

While the world spun at a faster pace,

I kept searching for her face.

It was a face of a friend I had known all along,

I wished my feelings for her weren't this strong.

Can't force myself to move on,

can't do anything to hold on.

What a weird situation I got stuck in?

How can I love another when my heart is bleeding?

Time to heal from my past is what I need.

So that over her i don't bleed.

It would be selfish of me to ask her to wait.

I know everything but it's a little too late.

Life is too short for second chances,

yet I have had so many romances,

filled with gratitude and regrets,

safely giving myself threats.

As I am nearing the end of my days,

I wish to mend my ways.

Till my last breath I will do what needs to be done.

I am only wishing to be the good that happened to everyone.

As for the girl from my dream, who is also my friend,

is closer than she seems and I will love her till the end.

She and I, both know that nothing lasts, be it love or pain.

I blame my heart, she blames the rain.

Now the only question that remains,

is if I will write a poem about love ever again?

Nobody hates me more

Take my heart, take my soul.

Take a part or take it whole.

Take my adventures and control.

Take until I have nothing at all.

Dear life, this is where I found me,

lost in the ocean of insanity.

Listening to music endlessly,

to take my mind towards ecstasy.

It feels so unreal this reality.

I am a sinner is why I feel guilty.

Just a perpetual feeling of pain,

asking me to stay in my lane,

words pouring like rain,

destroying memories in my brain.

How do I make it stop,

can they hear my thoughts.

Does it even matter or not ?

If I fly down below or crawl at the top.

What is this collective dream anyway?

Seeing nightmares during the day.

Separation, Judgement, Violence, 

Hatred, War, Money, Intolerance.

A sheer lack of will power.

Something my insurance won't cover.

Lack of confidence in myself,

or a lack of self, itself.

Describing the inner existence,

doesn't even have to make sense.

Cause nobody will know,

about the ones who come and go,

about the ones that live in my head,

the ones alive and the ones that are dead.

Are we connected to another dimension,

a place with a harmonic civilization ?

I want to go there but lack transportation.

This darkness takes over my imagination.

This darkness is the lack of motivation,

that takes nothing into consideration,

not even my dinner, lunch or breakfast.

Not knowing what to trust.

If it is love or lust.

life's an option but death's a must.

To find the source of life,

that remains to be my strife.

That is the reason I write,

to show that I struggle and fight.

So in expression I find stillness

a way to live with mental illness.