Love, For Sale.

You know what they say

If it comes easy

You let it go the same way

I hear, they have stores here

That claim ‘everything sells’

So I put my heart out there

Waiting for the best bargain

Gone are the days

Of romantic fate

I’ve debts to pay,

I’ll give and take.

Do I hear any takers?

Love is for sale.

Voodoo Girl

Voodoo Girl 

by Tim Burton

Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in.”

Letter to the Moon

This is one of my old writings... Like, medieval old. Practically last birth if you consider the point where I am now.. It's naive and raw. And kind of really cheesy. But... I dont know... I like it. Thought I'd share.

Letter to the Moon

Dear Moon,

Looking at you today makes me nostalgic. Your full, bright aura has something magical about it that has always enthralled me and him. Looking at you today reminds me of all those nights’ picnics we had sitting by the lake, stealthily escaping from our houses with a basket of sandwiches and some lemonade, gazing at you for hours, and occasionally stealing glances at each other. Marvelling your mystical splendour. Looking at him bathed in your exquisite incandescent light sends waves of love in me much like you influence the tides of the sea.

Now I sit alone by the window of my house in this unfamiliar town, no sandwiches, no lemonade, no lake, just me and you, and memories of him. I know he is there gazing at you too, wishing for my wellbeing. I can feel his intent stare through your steady light illuminating on me. I wonder how he’s looking right now, engulfed in your luminous glow…

Your stars reflect their shimmery light in the otherwise dark house, like beams of love and hope connecting the distance between us.

You’ve been a faithful companion. You’ve always been there, your eternal, omniscient form watching upon us, you’ve witnessed all of our light and dark moments, much like we witnessed yours, changing and growing, maturing, just like our relationship did, and you’ve shined your glorious radiance upon us throughout. There is an imperfect perfectness in your craters, much like the sour experiences and bitter fights in our relation, but they are what make you human, just like us.

I’m alone tonight in this vast alien city filled with bright lights just like you are, up in the heaven, a lone orb of light among a thousand unknown stars.

All I wish from you tonight is to convey him to hold on to you, just like I do, tell him to find strength in your radiant aura, to assure him that he can talk to you when he feels lonely, just like I do, that it won’t be long till we sit by the lake again, submerged in your light, with a basketful of sandwiches and some lemonade.

Yours affectionately,

Her.

The Love Calculator

(Written on: 29th April, 2013)

The other day, I came across this Facebook App that claimed to find out how much my boyfriend/crush (or whatever) loves me. No, it doesn't shock me. The internet is so full of random harebrained crap that I'm probably immune to it all by now; or most of it at least. But I am appalled at the number of people who actually buy into this shit.

It reminded me of those love percentages we used to calculate as kids. (I was a total sucker for those. Oh come on, don't judge me. We all were.) 

A completely ridiculous game of numbers involving some seemingly complex calculations. (I used to feel like this great mathematician at work as I fervently calculated all my friends' love percentages with the kind of enthusiasm that would put Einstein to shame) 

Of course, they never worked, but the excitement to find out each others' love percentages never diminished. Somewhere in the middle of all those complex equations, I grew up.

What I realized, was that love was more complex than any of these calculations. So complex, that people want to stay in denial. What exactly makes them choose to rely on some ludicrous Application to make themselves believe what they want to believe anyway? Are they just that stupid? Maybe, maybe not.

Maybe, they're just... lonely. Lonely in the relationship. The comfort of staying in denial and ignorance. The comfort of believing the App that only reflects nothing but what they want for to happen. The comfort is so tempting and so inviting to them, that it supersedes all logic. Reality is uncertain. Who likes uncertainties? The thought of facing reality is so... bleak and unappealing!

So, instead of walking up to their crush or boyfriend (again, or whatever) and finding out things for themselves, all you do is hear what you want to hear. From the love calculator. Convenient. Comforting. Reassuring. And way better than facing reality and having your make believe lovey dovey dream world shattered. Reminds me of Meghna from the movie Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na. 

But how long do you live in your sweet little fantasy? And how healthy is it?

People already in a relationship who seek solace in these App results, are the ones who are insecure. They kind that are lonely in their relationship. WHY else would a person depend on an App to tell them how much their lover loves them?!

Wouldn't they just go up to their lovers and ask them? Or even better, the secure ones wouldn't even feel the need to ask. They'd already know!

The insecure ones are the ones who don't want to face the truth. 

But before you join the bandwagon of denial and find your own solace in the results of a love calculator, ask yourself: The Love Calculator has a reset button. Does your relationship have one?

A few months ago, my childhood friend (the one I used to calculate those love percentages with) showed me this Game/App she had on her cell phone that calculated love percentages. It calculated your compatibility depending on the number of letters in your name. (or something of that sort)

After much persuasion (okay no, I admit, I did not need any persuasion whatsoever. Did I mention I was a sucker for those?) I typed my name first followed by his. It came to 78%.

We both frowned.

"No, there's something wrong. Let's try again." my friend cajoled.

This time, I typed his name first and then typed mine. It came to 96%.

And we, despite our wise, grown-up selves, giggled and squealed like those two school girls we were again.

The calculator had shown me what I wanted to see.

And I admit, for that moment, just that one teeny-tiny moment, I too was guilty of measuring love in numbers.

Dedicated to: Priyanka... The childhood best friend.

Two

Exchange sweet nothings
Create a world of our own
Discover things unheard
Venture into the unknown
But let it be just
The two of us
I admit I'm a loner
But I'm hardly alone