Here's a love poem

Notes from a Hopeless Romantic

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. ~ Jane Austen

The truth is that I am a hopeless romantic. I love the feeling of love. I love to see people in love. I love when my friends find love and are happy with them. My heart swells up with joy when I hear my friends so endearingly talk about the people they are in love with. Despite the heartbreaks and losses, I haven’t lost faith in the fact that there truly exists a fairytale-like love out there. Despite the tides of life, I still believe that there’s always love that exists out there. And that love always finds its way back to us no matter how much we resist, restrain, or push away the feeling. At the end of the day, love will find its way.

Yes, I know that I am sounding like someone who probably fits the definition of the Gen Z lingo, “delulu.” But a little delusion never hurt anybody, you know. It’s the happiness in the little moments that matters after all. You smiling at the texts you receive from your crush, the heart-fluttering moments when your crush smiles at you, all of these are just little harmless happy moments of our lives which probably make our already complicated lives a little easier, a little more soothing and probably reassures us that maybe in some form or the other, all of us will get the happiness we seek and deserve, be it at 15, 25 or 55.

Remember the scene in the movie, “Tamasha,” Tara despite being a fully grown self-independent woman, starts feeling giddy and gets excited about seeing Ved after quite a few years and doesn’t know how to react and starts fumbling. Well. that’s exactly how some of us (well, at least I) feel when we fall in love with someone.

Yesterday, I was re-watching Tamasha which happens to be my favourite movie and that’s when I started penning down this note about being a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. That movie is one of my favorites for not just how it depicts love but also how it depicts that dreamers too can live the life they wish for and the way they wish for. Yes, you got it right! Being a hopeless romantic also comes at the cost of being a dreamer which sometimes the world suppresses under its weight just like it did for Ved in the movie.

Tamasha isn't only a movie. It is an amalgamation of imagination and reality checks that constantly keeps hitting me just like it kept hitting Ved everytime he stood in front of the mirror fighting off his alter ego. It is a struggle of keeping up with the dreams and living the real life at the same time. It is a musical experience that has taught me to give an outlet to the verses screaming in my head constantly. Tamasha didn't teach me anything new or changed my life. It surely wasn't some dramatic incident that made me fall in love with this movie. It is the little things in the movie that makes me keep going back to it again and again and again.

What Tamasha did was it hit the right chords at the right time in my mind and heart. It made me realise that there's a Ved and Tara in us at the same time. A part of me wants to scream out loud like Ved to tell the whole world how desperately I want to follow my dreams and not live the average life, while another of me wants to keep holding on to the people I love and keep pushing them to get better and remain headstrong yet become vulnerable and bare myself to someone just like Tara did when she was in love. And maybe it is because of these nuances that made the movie a masterpiece. I am no critique or an expert in anything. All that I am is a sheer lover of love and one thing that I know for sure is that the connection between "Don" and "Mona" is so strong that even a row over "Teja Ka Sona" can't break.

After I finished watching the movie and penning this note down, I also wrote an extremely cliche poem which goes like this:

In the garden of moments, where feelings bloom,
I find myself lost in thoughts of you, consumed.
With each smile you share, with every glance,
My heart races, caught in a delicate dance.

Your laughter's a symphony, a melody rare,
In your presence, life becomes so fair.
Your eyes, like stars, twinkle with delight,
Guiding me through the darkest night.

Though words may falter, and courage may wane,
I can't hold back this truth, I can't refrain:
In the tapestry of my heart, you've left a trace,
A connection that time and distance can't erase.

So here I stand, baring my soul's gentle plea,
Hoping you'd see what you mean to me.
Would you consider a journey anew,
Where two hearts entwine, just me and you?

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