Of times when I put on my Love-Guru uniform.

A hate message here and a sad poem there. The world, or may be the whole universe, is running away from this sacred emotion with the speed of light. It tears me off to see status updates like, 'Love doesn't exist', 'Screw you Mr. beloved', 'Who cares, f**k love', 'My friend is in love, poor soul, God bless' so on and so forth. Thanks to the movies Pyar ka punchnama, shaadi ke side effects, etc for adding in that extra seasoning. 

True that times have changed and it's not easy to find someone you can rely on blindly. True that the cases of infidelity and divorce are sky high. And sometimes things get messy even in the most perfect relationships.
But why do we blame the stupid cupid for all the worries?
Why can't we just give it one more chance? What if it works out this time? What if this person makes you forget about every other idiot you met but didn't deserve? What if he/she is actually the one? 

Being in love is like touching heaven while alive. Like butterflies in your belly dawn to sunset. A web so divinely intertwined with the strings of eternal purity. The feel of a dreamy star bed or enchanting purple lilacs. It's an incredibly beautiful state like no other. 

This little post is for every single soul out there who thinks love is not meant for him/her. If you already have someone, thank him for everything he/she has ever done for you. Cherish your bond and be honest to each other, irrespective of the infinite differences. And those of you still searching, believe that love's not biased or dwelling exclusively in the riches, it is bound to fill the void in your heart someday. It definitely will follow you in the dark and take you home. Hold onto trust, you strong creature, live it up and live it full. 

Tune into Regina Spektor 'Fidelity'. Thank me later ! 

Count Me In

Anger.

It happens with everyone

You are no different

Just incredibly hurt maybe. 

Truth.

We all seek,

Not even a thousand lies make up

Not even the words not even music 

When its all said and done, there is no way to un-do.

Regret.

They say it's of no use

Then why it was discovered in the first place

It takes you on a trip to the past making you see the voids unclouded.

Ego.

It doesn't spell s-e-l-f r-e-s-p-e-c-t

Like a termite it eats you up

Block your thought process and make you question every other soul.

Compassion.

One of the rarest and most precious feelings

Never let go if you find such a hand 

It's angelic, inspiring and beatific too, makes you a little better.

Love.

Like meeting someone who knew even the dustiest corners of your messed-up being

More of a naked truth, like the Saint-Gobain glass

Ineffably awesome but equally difficult and hurtful

It's more like once you're bitten, y'll never wanna be the same again!