Now Your Woman...Now A Witch

‘She’s the daughter, mother, sister, the wife…’ they say

And isn’t she an erring human, too, pray?

As long as she’s sweet she’s a princess beyond compare

When reality gets her good side she’s but an ugly bear

‘Beware of women’ they say

And what brings all the bitter hurt, the hateful dismay?

The invisibility of love, practicality, or a voice as high as yours?

‘Equality’ they talk of, and offer warnings & barbs for cures!

‘All heart and no brain’ they say

And what’s not right in their childlike way?

Wrong to feel when everyone thinks?

To gaze aimlessly when the world’s short on time for blinks?

‘They’re only fooling around’ they say

And what’s wrong with harmless play?

Without a care you glance and flirt around…

But their platonic conversations call for fury & surround sound.

‘Superwoman, superhealer’ they say

But fail at it once, and there, you betray!

No room for second chances, no forgiveness, no ma’am

Can’t live up to expectations? ‘You’re all sham!’

‘We salute women’ they say

Condolences & praises for a whole long day!

Notwithstanding that she feels lucky to be one

Because being a woman blessed her with your heart that she once won.

Laws Of Attraction, did they say?

Well, there are none. And I'm not adding an 'I think' or 'according to me' because that's just the way it is. And not all things need surveys and analyzes to prove them. At least this one doesn't. Feel like arguing? Ask yourself. Today, someone makes you feel nothing. The next day, you feel you're nothing without them. And he/she isn't the super hottie or the perfect person you always dreamt of, and still so much better than that. Whether for a few months or years, or even mere moments. Its just the 'connection', and if you thought you could attribute it to similarities in interests or philosophies, you are wrong... in most cases, your subject of admiration and adoration thinks very differently from you in every way, perhaps.

Seduction, courting, impressing, splurging... they don't really work in the end, do they? Nor does converting that one-off fling into a full fledged relationship. Just like the 'perfect' match you find on that matrimonial site often fails to arouse the tiniest spark, no matter how 'cultured' and ideal in theory. The brands on the body and the words on their lips also fade out after a point. Make-up wears out. The macho mask falls. Magazine tips and 'expert' tricks don't seem to work.

Because in the end, love isn't about being smart. It isn't about trying to answer questions. It isn't to fit in or fill in. It isn't always an evolution of friendship or the assumption of its impossibility. It isn't about mind-reading or heart-feeding. Sweet nothings have nothing so sweet about them, after all.

You have been loving since years now. Still, there are times you feel totally devoid of that very feeling which built the life you're leading today, with the very person you know you can't lead it without. The next moment, your minutes old 'important' preoccupation seems all insignificant and meaningless. And you're surprised at how you just can't get yourself to feel equally passionate about that person and your prized profession at the same time.

Maybe there are some out there whose hearts, minds and bodies are perfectly synced, in absolute harmony with the subconscious and unconscious, but for the rest of us, this puzzle will always remain unsolved.

And if 'laws of love' indeed exist, why is it that they are impossible to follow? Why are most affairs clandestine and perfidious? Aren't laws supposed to make life easier and more organized in the end? Why is it that these norms, mistermed 'laws', always seem to oppose and kill? Why is it so difficult to discipline love? Simply because it isn't meant to be!

Why else does a lover, suffering in unrequited love, come out and love again, even in betraying a love he thought he could never forego for anything else in the world? Not because he allows himself that, but because there is an inexplicable combination of factors that allows him to allow himself that liberty.

Anyway, questions & questions everywhere, without an answer to find, for love is not to deliberate upon, but to free the mind!

Somehow, these lines (originally written for cinema) from one of my favorite magazines, First City, quite sum up what I wish to say...

Maybe it is best left a mystery. Why look for logic in magic? Surrender. Let the show go on.