Tales of "You"

Lumps

Lump sum

Lump in the throat

Lump in the brain

You cut it out! Throw it out! Treat it with drugs!

What if the lump is in the mind?  Is in the soul?

How do you cleanse your mind, body and soul?

Can you actually clean your soul?

Isn't it that scars heal but damage to the soul stays forever?

Withering is what makes you, you!

And you ask me, what is that pricks me?

And you ask me, why do I write about the fallen?

And you ask me, What is that lingers deep inside?

And you ask me, why do I embrace the cold?

Cold never bothers me!

It is the warmth that burdens me!

Yours

You'd rather cover up

I would rather let them bleed

So let me be

And I have set you free

Human emotions are so fragile. It is like that broken piece of old record that gets stuck over and over again. You whisk it . It blends in. You stop whisking. It forms lumps.

I know you won't call

But I check my call list

I know you won't come back

But I wait for your return

I know I have driven you away

But I still curse the day 

I know it burns

But I touch it

I know it bleeds

But I cut it

Yours

The incandescent pain is proportional to the much need of drifting away and at the same time much need of being closer.

Close enough to drown

Far enough to escape

Drags me down

I have always taught myself to visualize the brighter side of the worst moments!
But when the brighter side is too bright , I tend to drift!
Drifting is not by choice, its by virtue of who I am!
And then as always, I sink into the deep abyss of the worst!
Killing me!
Suffocating me!

Yours
Let's make a night ignites the brighter side
Remembering the brighter side drags me down

Its a mind game

My ever disputed mind always takes me to places I never been.....

If you can practice art of living in a prison then I think you can do anything.
Viktor E. Frankl's words from his incredibly wonderful book- Man's search for meaning
"A man's suffering is similar to the behavior of a gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber is.
Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the "size" of human suffering is absolutely relative."

I don't know whether its the overdose of pharmacokinetics or its just that his words are thought provoking. But somehow I just found out a similarity between human suffering and apparent volume of distribution of a drug.
"Apparent volume of distribution is the total space which should apparently be available on the body to contain the known amount  of the drug"
Somehow both the terms are interlinked. 

Everything depends on your mind and how you relate to things! I remember the stories and the thoughts provoked pertaining to an incidence!

I make my own stories.... Its time you make yours as well.

A

Yours
Hazards of being a Pharmacologist

Ankahee baatein

Iittala to use kiya jata hai
Jiski koi khabar ho

Guzarish to unse ki jati hai
Jiski sulajhne ki koi gunzaish ho

Kya karein agar yeh dil-e-nadan
Rootha hai humse

Kya karein yeh aapka khayal hi to hai
Jo kambakkht saath nahi chodta 

Kya karein yeh aap hi to hai
Jo hamein tanha nahi chodte

Kabhi lagta hai mano tum yahin ho
Kabhi lagta hai mano tum nahi ho

Kabhi apni soch pe tha guroor  mujhko
Kabhi apni chaahat pe tha yakeen mujhko

Woh sapne kuch anmol se the
Woh lamhe kuch najook se the
Woh mod kuch ajeeb se the

Kuch baatein aaj bhi khalaqti hai mujhe
Kuch yaddein aji bhi chubhti hai mujhe

Aabhas to aaj bhi hota hai tumhara
Zindegi to aaj bhi haseen hai meri
Pal to aaj bhi sunhare hai mere

Bas kahin jaise kisi kone mein
Ek pal sa kho gaya hai
Ek moti sa bikhar gaya hai
Ek andhere sa bujh  gaya hai
Ek phool sa murjha gaya hai


Tumhari

Hum un aatishon  se hain, jo mit te nahi
Hum un angaro se hain,  jo bujhte hain
Hum us aag ki tarah hain,
Jo sulagta bhi hai aur jalata bhi hai