Ranting on love

The romantics wrote about their overwhelming emotions,

The Victorian submerged those,

Modernism wondered what our life is all about,

While the post Modernism is all about what society think I need,

We all are showing how happy we all are and how perfect our life is,

We show than feel,
We hide than be transparent,
We are more cynical than we ought to,

More insecure about ourselves and project it out too,
We are in a age where we are doubting everything and everyone,

Instant gratification, consumerism, capitalism is all about instant profit,
We are more about what happens to us,  more individualistic,

Tell me,
How love can survive in this?
While the infinite books talk about how their love is more important than anything else,

We try to rationalize and be more practical,
Love was never meant to be practical,
It is an emotion which is so strong that it brings strength, peace, hope, and everything else.

We all crave that kind of love, that kind of belonging – Ness,  a part to be with someone who fills us, and consumes the Devils,

Yet why are we so afraid of it?

#Ranting on love

-Hema Sanghavi

Written by Hema Sanghavi.

Inside my heart

Wanting and needing,
Lights eluding,
Hallucinating the love,
Delusional like romantics,
Dreams whispering about my demons,
Balancing is all an act,
Darkness blooming like a violet sky,
Lost and confused,
No grasp on reality,
Moving in circles,
Nothing to be found,
Nobody there,
Tears blinding the view,
The tragedy of life,
Alone and lost.
– Hema Sanghavi

Written by Hema Sanghavi.