Farce

It's been long since I've written to you, For it's been long since I've been in pain. He looks at me now everyday, with love in his eyes, And I stay mesmerized, with nothing to lose, only to gain. Funny, how I think today, Maybe all the writing, all the writhing in pain, Is just a way to let it out, And nothing more. For now I feel, that everyday, I grow more like him, And this is what I will say, That is, if I may, That I am more like him than I thought, In every way.

Conversation. The key to socializing, intimacy. Whether it is one that you have with your friends, holding a beer in your hand on a beach, looking at the sun set, or the one you have in the most private of moments, with your loved one in a corner of your house, where no one can see you, hear you. The ones you have with your family over a cup of tea before breakfast, or the one you have with them after work, in the drawing room, discussing what happened today and ranting about how it should have happened today. Or the one you have with the driver when you get into the cab, or even the one you have with yourself when you're alone in the car, discussing with yourself, what you should have said in this moment, and what you shouldn't have in the other. But Have you ever wondered what it's like? The absence of it? When you're with a friend after a movie that you saw with him, and you just can't talk about it because he doesn't want to talk about it. When you...

There's something about the way you look at the things you love. Eyes, they say, are a doorway to your soul. A reflection of you, the truth in you. When you look at something you love, science says your pupil dilates. But is it just that? Just a biological phenomenon that marks something so complex, so pure as love? If you ask me, love is more than just an emotion. It's the smile that forms on your face, with the mere mention of the object of your affection. It is the thoughts that you can not share, the pictures you can not paint. And yet, it is just an imbalance in hormones in your brain that mark love. Ironic, isn't it? What if I say, that I believe that simplicity is the complex of it all? For maybe, just maybe, you think love is about the man you love, his scent, the way he looks at, or even the way he sounds. But, all of the above are simply a trigger, for the hormones that set in. What logic can rule out as a mere fact, emotion makes the greatest feeling in ...

I believe that I want to settle for nothing but perfect, and I've been told that I can be delusional about it. But what is perfect for me, doesn't have to be perfect for all. In a world full of those who avoid reconciliation with what they feel, I want to be someone who can talk about everything. I can be far lagging behind my agenda, but that doesn't mean I can't want something. For, to settle, is too mainstream. We all live in fancy little glass shells that we resort to, thinking that we will be in these shells with 'the person' one day. But, we fail to realize, that everyone can be 'the person', that's if that's what we want. To think that love comes to most effortlessly is nothing but sham, and the truth is, that even a dress is a perfect fit only when it is tailor-made.

Emotions are like the bottomless ocean. You look at a puppy and all you feel is love. You feel unloved by your beloved and suddenly all you can feel is this sinking feeling in your stomach. There's no end to it, and you don't know how to stop. But, when you look at your favorite character suffer, you feel endless pain too. The only difference between the two is the fact that the latter are not your emotions, they're, in fact, a result of what we know to be empathy. All my life, I have felt what others feel. When my friend gets sad, I'm sad, and just one smile of theirs can make me happy like never before. Empathy is greatest of all emotions, for it is as simple as feeling what the other is feeling, but so much more. You look at it and see that empathy encloses within itself every emotion a human can feel. Now, imagine feeling nothing but empathy. It's like having all the air in the world, but not being able to breathe. For, when I feel what everyone else feels...

To say that one has moved on is not so simple, for you haven't really experienced love if you could give up on another chance with the person without blinking even once. Love is everything. It's about you, about the person you love. It's about your feelings, about their feelings. It's insecurity, and yet it's the one place where you feel secure. It's something that makes you feel you have right over them, and yet you feel like you belong to them. Sometimes it's about vulnerability. Sometimes it is pure strength. To say that you would give up your chance at having that with the person you love is not just stupid, it means you never understood what it is. Love is so much more than just words or actions and yet is a mere feeling. Because that is what love is, nothing you can just fathom. Merely feel. Love may not be something you know about or can understand, and even when it has aspects that you cannot deem certain, the only certainty that can ever be as...

To the world I look like an idiot falling in love with someone that barely acknowledges my existence. To them, I'm scheming and planning to be something more than I am, at least in their eyes. They see it like some task, where one does whatever it takes to finish in time, beating others to a prize they seem fit- a person. For the world, it is easy to recognize objectification of the body, it is the heart they hear not, and well, see not. For the one you think I'm trying to win has a soul too, one that you actively demean each time you think someone's futile manipulation can woo. Has it become so hard for one to not see something as is? Is it so rare to be selfish by being selfless about something? For yes, I do things for my beloved that most wouldn't, even when I know my dear would never hold me dear to him. But, I do nothing out of fitful urge to satisfy my carnal demands only, as I can be selfish, yes, but only to see my beloved feel loved, for that's what I...