Right, I get it. The month of love is here and the cupid’s quiver full of arrows is ready for some action. Do I feel love in the air already? Umm… not really, the wind is too strong this month.
Never mind my sinister, incoherent self. I hardly pay attention to it screaming in my head. The point is Valentine’s Day is here.
Again? Okay, it comes every year, like Independence Day, Republic Day, family days and holidays. Why exactly are we doing this?
Well St Valentine was killed in the name of love. He was on a ‘love jihad’ and the king did not take it too lovingly.
But so many are killed in the name of love almost every day, lynched for bringing shame to the family and clan. It is countless and hence pointless to remember. Let them die. Let us celebrate love.
Only a nincompoop talks like me.
Okay I am shutting up. Let the sane me blabber.
As I was saying, the lovers’ day is here and the wind is whirling and whining while blowing through the leaves. The sun smiles every morning and the heart pines for my love sitting miles away.
Really? Is it blindness or random forgetfulness? For the fleeting memory that it is, a reminder — there is a heap of cement outside the room and the wind is blowing it everywhere. Do you feel love in the air?
The fleeting moments can be ignored. Let us not get into the negativity. Life is more about positive currents. Just thinking about what love can do is amazing. “If we were a storm then you’d be thunder and I’d be lightning/When it rains we’ll always be close to each other/You can see me and I can hear you”. I see you in the Spring around, I see you in the blooms and I see you in the azure sky. Have you tried to feel the afternoon zephyr? Even if it does not rain we are together and the V-Day brings back a rush of memories.
I am an apatheist, I declare. My apathy and uppity will ruin me, she says but do I care? Isn’t love supposed to make you strong? How many memories can you store? You have a backup? Hippocampus loves to forget and its infidelity grows with age. So get real. Romantics are dead. Love died long before. It is all about instinct. See the banality in the celebration, for Devil’s sake. It is not unreal not to be in love. Ever heard of Anti-Valentine’s Day, Happy Kick Day, Happy Breakup Day and Happy Slap Day?
Be considerate, at least for those who want to celebrate but cannot. There are fanatics everywhere. Their ears are flapping, eyes are burning. They can squeeze the love out of young hearts. Love is banned, uttering the word is banned. It is spreading “immorality, nudity and indecency”. But one man, Abdul Waheed, has ensured that nobody expresses love on Valentine’s Day. Lovers are flogged in some countries. The countrymen crave for love but the system vomits it out. But it is love that is making them stronger by the day, undaunted. Lovers die but love does not. The day is an occasion to remember the unrequited love, the strangled love and the lynched love. It is an occasion to stand against adversaries and show the strength of love. Time and distance have nothing to do. We are talking about eternity. Do you love me?
What a question? Of course. I mean I can’t be so foolish not to love myself. Okay. I get your point. Love thyself. That is exactly what I was trying to explain. It is all about yourself and the rest is only the reflection of your mind, the manifestation of dead memories inside your head. There is no bigger lover than thyself. You are getting saner.
I am fatigued. I am losing my sanity and becoming a slave to my mind. I am lost. I don’t feel love anymore, only despair surrounds. I cower at my servility to the insane mind. Faith feeds our hopes. But be faithful to what and to whom? Disillusionment overpowers intelligibility. Yes, I believe you. Love is dead. Long live love.
~ NM
