Barefoot lovE

Is only saying “I LOVE YOU” sufficient? Is it the only mere means to project how much you care; how much you adore the other person? Yes, the other person. Because no matter how much you say “EK JISM EK JAAN” you can never be one, both metaphorically and literally.

The sheer thought of being there, at that moment, just gazing into one other, has lost its potency, in all this tincture of marvelous presents. The lust of lust, has killed love.

If not presents and sex, then what’s actually this teeny-tiny feeling, hindering all the errands per se? PDA can be one of its form, but a still no on it being the mere definition. It’s the comfort and empathy for the partner’s succours. Many a times even a mall-sized teddy can’t bring to the plate what a 2 mins blabber could do. In this world of huffle-puffle, it’s the wildest form of any love and lust.

It’s not that people, mature adults sinking themselves into this “AAG KA DARIYA” or blind to this reality, they are only so much engrossed into showcasing their “ANDHA PYAR” that they forget the basics (just like we do while finding our ex in mathematics), so much so to be ready to wade off everything.

There has been ‘types’ of love prevalent since past few years in the market. Reigning like RAJSHAHI THAATH is “COMPLICATED LOVE”. Akin to its name, it’s hell of complicated, biggest maze to have ever existed. A mere foolishness if you ask me, it’s just a hoodwink, to both your heart and your brain. But more so, it’s an escape phenomenon when your all powerful sane mind starts sending you signals of “FEELINGS”. Being awfully hurt of one’s past experiences, and drained to a plumb, it’s an ethical response to the dubiousness, and certainly not an unerring reflex.

Another game changer in this “GAME OF HEARTS” trending lately is “FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS”. Utter childishness, with whatever justifications given whatsoever. It’s as if you want to spend all of your tuition fees on a one-time subscription of a photo editor app, mere for a timely pleasure. Now, what if you get attached, because your heart is a li’l baby after all, not knowing of the things spinning around the globe. Then, it’s “COMPLICATED” again or the entire series of I didn’t know it may happen. Of course, it was inevitable. Right from the start. Right from the day you started convincing that little blood-pumping baby of yours that he/she’s the correct fill to your otherwise blank life, you knew it. Denial doesn’t always root after breakup, it has its onset from this very situation, when you try to silence yourself with negatives of the person, who, otherwise, you know is seldom not that much.

LOVE isn’t all so complex after all. It’s as easy as it can be. Simple gestures, simple activeness, simplicity is all it requires. Screaming out aloud only gets you trapped, mind it. You do it once, you remember it always, and make it your point that your lover remembers it too. What if he/she forgets, is the love gone? Do the times spent vanishes in a split second of not able to recall one special gesture of yours? It certainly a virtuous man/woman who has all the special dates of your “us” era down the throat, but there ought to be a period when they may also lose all this calendar thingy. There’s someone else then for sure, no? Someone more important and special than you whose files he/she has been replaced in their hard drive. No baby, it doesn’t work this way. It only tears apart everything when you go down this road. It may be a shrewd decision to be on heels as per the modish situations, of shifting parties and getting “bored”, yet you need to doff the heel and opt for a more comfortable wear, the heels would otherwise, both metaphorically and literally, kill you if worn for a long time.