The art, craft and the key to happiness!

"Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions".- The Dalai Lama

Yes and it is true. 
The degree of our happiness is always based on comparisons.
I have, he doesn't have!
I own, she doesn't own!
I am successful and you are not!
I am a king and you are a loser!

Comparisons- are what make us happy. It's not a sin that you feel this way. I am human and your are human too! It's what our tendency is! But ever wondered how the world will be if we only compare it with our past! And by past I meant, the time before the happiness. Not afterlife or before life!
The time when you used to earn a miniature amount and now you earn a lump some. When you compare both of them- you become happy. The same principle holds good for everything in life. The time you had a good life and the time you have a better life.
The time you were just somebody and the time you are someone special.
The time when you were a employee and the time you are the employer.

Life imparts happiness in strange ways!

When you compare your happiness with another individual
When you compare your success with a nobody
When you compare your achievements with a loser

It makes you even more happier.

Ten years from now, you and I will earn a lump some.
Ten years back it was negligible.
In the first few days of being employed- each time you get a salary- you get a kick out of it.
It brings you happiness. But with time you get used to that money and you again aim for a bigger amount. The point is we get used to things very easily.
Things that makes me happy now- will no longer make me happy
The state of mind is always a key to happiness. 
You can be happier in sad times also. 

" Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it." - The Dalai Lama

But we are humans and it is by the law of nature we always want more. They say if you stop complaining you start living you life and then you will be happy eventually but you won't grow in life.

I couldn't help but wonder which is more important- happiness or success

We get used to people even more easily-is that good or bad?
But if we get used to people so much- is it why we take them for granted? Is it why they say there is no love left in a relationship?
Does that mean there is no compassion left?

I wonder! I wonder a lot and about lots of things.
Is getting used to people-is why we loose them?
Often i sit, relax and ask myself a simple question- am I happy enough?

What is happiness?

When I drink a cup of coffee- that makes me happy
When I read a good book- that makes me happy
When I talk to a friend-that makes me happy
When I take a good picture-that makes me happy
When I travel to a new place-that makes me happy
When I have a piece f chocolate- that makes me happy

Happiness is so simple. then why is it difficult to be happy?

When you speak of a calm sense of mind or peace of mind- that doesn't include a insensitive or apathetic state of mind
Not letting anything affect you- doesn't make you happy
Not letting anything penetrate you- doesn't give you peace

Peace of mind comes out of love and compassion. As the Dalai Lama says" Love and compassion are not luxuries- they are necessities"

You cannot be happy without being dragged to it! 

Then there are things that we don't understand!
There are things we don't find an answer for!

When we don't find answers, we blame it on science. We search for the scientific facts and once we find it. We are content. We have answers. 

"Science is the best answer"- The Dalai Lama

There is always a key to the key hole and there is always a reason to happiness.

Find yours.

And I will find mine.

Your's
Finding happiness

Is it a crime to guard you soul against evil?
Is it an offensive crime to hide your soul from the dead?
Is it unbearable to watch someone live?

Is it grief?
Is it agony?
Is it unsatisfying?

I know i ask quite a lot of questions. But somehow and somewhere this part of me has to survive! Otherwise i will perish.

But then that's who I am! Sometimes when i just look back, i have this faint vision of a person i was once. But time- my friend, changes you forever-whether you are willing to or not.

We are as fucked up as you!!

Yours
Kyun dard chupaaye baithi hai
Kyun tu mujhse se kehti hai
Maan! Maiin to khud hi bikhri hui

It all starts with something!

The conversation always starts with" We will become mad someday, if we continue like this"

And I always correct her, re framing the words I always say" We are already".

Like i always say, it is not always about you!
You have been living here, deep down in my subconsciousness and in my writings.
Yes you get me all chocked up! But today is not about you!

Yeah! As I was saying, "we" discuss. We talk. We bitch. We share. We cry. We support each other. We laugh. We smile. We salute. We do what we are good at. We do what we are bad at.

But there are somethings you never discuss
But there are failures you don't discuss
But there are secrets you never spill
But there are stories you never tell
But there is agony you never express
But there are regrets you never show
But there is pain you hide it

You hide, because you don't want the pity
You hide, because you don't want the sympathy
You hide, because you don't want empathy
You hide, because you don't want to breakdown again
You hide, because you don't want to drag them into your sea

Yeah Your sea! Yeah I have my own sea! Everyone has one!
It is where you hide the deepest thoughts!
The thoughts that bother you! The thoughts that compel you!
The ideas that hang you! The ideas that disgust  you!

The long you hide, the more you suppress and the more you resent it, it sits deep inside you. That's what we call "pain". 
Pain, what the books define is an unpleasant sensation triggered by any stimuli. Yeah of course, we suffer often. We suffer because, we let it pass through. We suffer because, we get it into us.

I quote" Some say the world will end in fire,
              Some say the world will end in ice.
              For what I've tasted of desire
              I hold with those who favor fire.
              But if it had to perish twice,
              I think I know enough of hate
              To say that for destruction ice
              Is also great
              And would suffice.

My favorite lines by "Robert Frost".

And some how it fits also. Anyways cold never bothered me and fire always smothered me.
Let's get into your shoes!
Pain! Can be a physical condition, can be an emotional condition or it can be mental also.
As long as you acknowledge it, who cares!
And I don't know how many of you are aware of a "psychogenic pain". yeah it exists. 
I have suffered, i have seen people suffering from it and i will see in future.
It is something you can't kill.
It is something you can't get over.
It is there. It bothers you. 

Psychogenic pain, is a type of physical pain that either arises, prolongs or increases with increase in your intensity of emotional disturbances. What are the common types- headache.
And Headache- i feel may be the cerebral blood vessels are not well made, to handle that much stress, that many thoughts. They simply explode! And give you the best ever headaches you ever had, making your day! as studies say, it can occur due to social rejection, love sickness, grief, loss, any emotional vacuum.
And of course the other common forms are-backache and stomach ache.

Even my yoga teacher says, the more you hide it, the worse it gets. You need a vent. A vent for all your disappointments. But then again venting out is always not a good idea. 
But you are sensible enough to sense the right things. So do it, but do it nicely!

Do it for you!
Like I do it for me! But in my case, i shut down the system!

Your's 
Someone told me, he could hear happiness
Someone told me, he could sense the silence
Is the pain making me numb
Is the pain blinding my perceptions
or Am I just wrong?
or Am I doing the only thing that is wrong!

The messed up heart, the entangled soul and the fabricating mind

The very thought of letting you go nearly killed me!
The very thought of you letting me go completely killed me!

I have heard the heart race fast before
But not this fast

I was not scared, ever
I never knew what fear was
But i was yesterday
I was afraid, afraid of the dark
I sensed the fear grilling me
I could hear my own heart thumping loud

This fear, that i speak of now
This fear has been holding me hostage since long
What a fool i was to think that i had overcome it
What a fool i was to think that i had conquered it
Neither it had rested
Nor it had taken the backseat
It was right there, staring at me

I chose to ignore
I chose to acknowledge 
I chose to shut it down

But i chose what i had to

I fabricated my own thoughts
Forcing my bullied mind to believe 
Believe what was fabricated
Believe that it had gone, gone away

But gone where
I always wonder, god knows i do
But do you wonder? Ever? 
Are you as straight as it looks like?
Or are you as twisted as it never looks like?
Am I a fool?
Am I the only one hallucinating
Is it what it looks like
Like the very same moment
Like the very deep memories i never thought i possessed

But then it all makes sense somehow

Will I ever get over it?
Will I ever move on?
Will I ever forget?
Will I ever stop drenching my heart?
Will I ever dry up?
Or have i already?

Yes you were right
Nothing has changed
I haven't changed
I am right there, where i left you
Still I breathe
Still I think of you
Still my heart beats for you
Still I smile when someone mentions you
Still I cry when someone mentions you
Still I love you
Still I do

Time never heals! But what it does is- creating a cobweb around the memories 
So when you think about it- it is foggy
But as soon as you clear up the mess- it is crystal clear


Your's
The messed up heart, the entangled soul and the fabricating mind