The Oxford defines 'Love' as - 'a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude towards a person; an intense desire and attraction.' But is this what is love all about? Love can be defined by those who have never known how to love. As for those who have tasted its bitter - sweetness and hard - tenderness, cant think of doing so.
Love is safer in the literary books than it is on open streets. Many a people have been betrayed in the name of love, that has lost its meaning in this dreadful world of folly and miseries. As Shelley quoted, long back, for Love -
"One word is too often profaned
for me to profane it.
One feeling is too falsely disdained
for thee to disdain it.
One word is too like despair
for prudence to smother.
And pity for thee more dear;
than that for another."
Love is now a mere word, which is being used irreverently, is mocked at, and is suppressed by discretion. The word - 'Love', can surely be found on every tongue; but not a spec of this pure feeling will echo amongst the walls of our conventional mind-sets. Today, 'Love' is just a claim, a commitment, that no longer comes from the heart.
Nothing called 'True Love' exists in this world. If it does, then what would be False Love? Love is Love. If it ain’t true, it ain’t love.
Love is what our origin is and it is what will fall in the path ahead. It is through the eyes of love that one can see, how tenderly a mother holds her 3 months old dream, wrapped in the softest of linens that she could fine, so that he might not get bruised. She can sit and stare at him for hours together, with tears of joy welding in her eyes, looking at him and wondering - How beautiful is her own creation! She protected him within herself and now that he has entered the arena of this world, she has to be ever more protective and ever vigilant for her new being. She can sacrifice her own breaths for him, as she knows, that even if she wouldn't live, he'd be alive to make her immortal. This is Love.
When a man driven by his materialistic goals, retrieves home, tired and exhausted, only to find his little angel at the door step, eagerly waiting for a drive, he wouldn't mind carrying her in his weary arms and fulfilling her childish desire. Her glittering eyes, her melodious squeals and the tiny garland of her tender arms around his neck, he knows, this is what he lives for. This is Love.
In the gloomiest of nights or the brightest of delights, one cannot, within himself contain, the way he feels. We all need someone, who'll be present at any point of time... who'll call up, before you think of doing the same, and will say - "Did you want to talk?" Someone without whose support, you may not be able to stand upright in the toughest of times and you may not even survive without sharing a stupid joke! This is what is friendship all about. This is Love.
When you find your mate and you dare to be yourself with him. You share with him the deepest and the darkest of your emotions, philosophies and incidents. You admire the beauty of his inner soul and outward the appearance doesn't matter. You know him in and out - his goodness as well as his darker side, yet you still admire and respect him for who he is. Once you blend with his inner being, you attain the purity of being intimate with him, and express your deepest feelings. Love being an ongoing renewal of companionship, is a thing of beauty. While relationships are ugly. Love ain’t a relationship. It only relates.
If ever you come across someone who has been through bad times in life, and he tells you, "I wont/ cant love again..."; you must know, that he hasn't ever been in love. If a person truly loves, he loves for a lifetime. Once loved, always loves. The purest form of love can't be determined as love in its different forms is incomparable. But the form of love, that is of the highest degree and that wins a lifetime, is Divine Love. When you love someone with such great devotion and intense affection, expectation nothing in return, without laying any conditions and sacrificing all you have, you attain a state of its Divinity. The person needn't be perfect, but your love for him must be perfectly pure. Remember, Soul mates aren't perfect. But they are perfect for each other. He needn't be your life partner; he can be a friend, a guardian, a co-worker or even a stranger. Love has to be expressed. But Divine Love doesn't. It reflects in your eyes, in your smile, in your voice and in your soul.
"The desire of the moth for the star
of the night for the morrow.
The devotion to something afar
from the sphere of our sorrow."
The Divinity of this love comes in when you know that the person is unattainable, yet you love him as much as you do love yourself, knowing that he is a part of you. It is a worship that when offered with the purest of intensions and utter devotion, it is bound to break even god's denial. It is a devotion to something unachievable, something so far that the distance losses itself in empty spaces. Love is beyond words. Love is beyond all levels of devotion and spiritualism.
In Divine Love, you love that some one so intensely, that you enter such a state, where in you not only love him, but everyone and everything around you, even yourself. You start liking things you never did earlier. The smallest of incidents bring immense happiness to you, and you don’t miss any opportunity to make someone happy. You stop, and smell a blooming flower, you savor every rain drop, you cherish the wood pecker's serenade, you even cry when your happiness outbursts. People find you radiating with joy and happiness, brimming with love. You find him present amongst no one and yet amongst everyone. His voice, his face, his smile, his touch will always be felt at any point of time. In every face, you will find his glimpse. You expect nothing. You desire nothing. Not even him, who you love. You set him free and watch him soar above. You attain a level of self-contentment and you need nothing more in life. You are so thankful to your lord, to have given you this exquisite life to live, to have been granted a chance to spread happiness, and to have come across the person, you love. You evolve for good and become a better person each day. Each day, you win a smile and you make it a point to do it everyday. People start seeking you for you become an instigator of security, companionship, protection and support. You not only brighten your own life, but your liveliness enlightens the moments you spend with the others. Your reservoirs of love, multiply with every new soul that you come across and you engulf each heart with your love.
The power of love can heal one and all. Even a person in immense pain needs nothing but loves tender touch. If it hurts to look at him in pain, love till it hurts no more. You aren't doing this to make the world a better place. The world is a huge place for a singleton like you. But by spreading love, induces within us a sufficing relief, while at the same time a never quenching thirst to love yet more. A Paranoia to spread love towards all horizons imbibes within you.
So come, Indulge yourself into the wilderness of this insatiable all consuming fire of Love.
Love is what our origin is and it is what will fall in the path ahead. It is through the eyes of love that one can see, how tenderly a mother holds her 3 months old dream, wrapped in the softest of linens that she could fine, so that he might not get bruised. She can sit and stare at him for hours together, with tears of joy welding in her eyes, looking at him and wondering - How beautiful is her own creation! She protected him within herself and now that he has entered the arena of this world, she has to be ever more protective and ever vigilant for her new being. She can sacrifice her own breaths for him, as she knows, that even if she wouldn't live, he'd be alive to make her immortal. This is Love.
When a man driven by his materialistic goals, retrieves home, tired and exhausted, only to find his little angel at the door step, eagerly waiting for a drive, he wouldn't mind carrying her in his weary arms and fulfilling her childish desire. Her glittering eyes, her melodious squeals and the tiny garland of her tender arms around his neck, he knows, this is what he lives for. This is Love.
In the gloomiest of nights or the brightest of delights, one cannot, within himself contain, the way he feels. We all need someone, who'll be present at any point of time... who'll call up, before you think of doing the same, and will say - "Did you want to talk?" Someone without whose support, you may not be able to stand upright in the toughest of times and you may not even survive without sharing a stupid joke! This is what is friendship all about. This is Love.
When you find your mate and you dare to be yourself with him. You share with him the deepest and the darkest of your emotions, philosophies and incidents. You admire the beauty of his inner soul and outward the appearance doesn't matter. You know him in and out - his goodness as well as his darker side, yet you still admire and respect him for who he is. Once you blend with his inner being, you attain the purity of being intimate with him, and express your deepest feelings. Love being an ongoing renewal of companionship, is a thing of beauty. While relationships are ugly. Love ain’t a relationship. It only relates.
If ever you come across someone who has been through bad times in life, and he tells you, "I wont/ cant love again..."; you must know, that he hasn't ever been in love. If a person truly loves, he loves for a lifetime. Once loved, always loves. The purest form of love can't be determined as love in its different forms is incomparable. But the form of love, that is of the highest degree and that wins a lifetime, is Divine Love. When you love someone with such great devotion and intense affection, expectation nothing in return, without laying any conditions and sacrificing all you have, you attain a state of its Divinity. The person needn't be perfect, but your love for him must be perfectly pure. Remember, Soul mates aren't perfect. But they are perfect for each other. He needn't be your life partner; he can be a friend, a guardian, a co-worker or even a stranger. Love has to be expressed. But Divine Love doesn't. It reflects in your eyes, in your smile, in your voice and in your soul.
"The desire of the moth for the star
of the night for the morrow.
The devotion to something afar
from the sphere of our sorrow."
The Divinity of this love comes in when you know that the person is unattainable, yet you love him as much as you do love yourself, knowing that he is a part of you. It is a worship that when offered with the purest of intensions and utter devotion, it is bound to break even god's denial. It is a devotion to something unachievable, something so far that the distance losses itself in empty spaces. Love is beyond words. Love is beyond all levels of devotion and spiritualism.
In Divine Love, you love that some one so intensely, that you enter such a state, where in you not only love him, but everyone and everything around you, even yourself. You start liking things you never did earlier. The smallest of incidents bring immense happiness to you, and you don’t miss any opportunity to make someone happy. You stop, and smell a blooming flower, you savor every rain drop, you cherish the wood pecker's serenade, you even cry when your happiness outbursts. People find you radiating with joy and happiness, brimming with love. You find him present amongst no one and yet amongst everyone. His voice, his face, his smile, his touch will always be felt at any point of time. In every face, you will find his glimpse. You expect nothing. You desire nothing. Not even him, who you love. You set him free and watch him soar above. You attain a level of self-contentment and you need nothing more in life. You are so thankful to your lord, to have given you this exquisite life to live, to have been granted a chance to spread happiness, and to have come across the person, you love. You evolve for good and become a better person each day. Each day, you win a smile and you make it a point to do it everyday. People start seeking you for you become an instigator of security, companionship, protection and support. You not only brighten your own life, but your liveliness enlightens the moments you spend with the others. Your reservoirs of love, multiply with every new soul that you come across and you engulf each heart with your love.
The power of love can heal one and all. Even a person in immense pain needs nothing but loves tender touch. If it hurts to look at him in pain, love till it hurts no more. You aren't doing this to make the world a better place. The world is a huge place for a singleton like you. But by spreading love, induces within us a sufficing relief, while at the same time a never quenching thirst to love yet more. A Paranoia to spread love towards all horizons imbibes within you.
So come, Indulge yourself into the wilderness of this insatiable all consuming fire of Love.
3 comments:
great words :-)
Love is Love. If it ain’t true, it ain’t love.
Thank you sir :)
All my thanks goes to him, who created Love... and added the glitter to all those eyes waiting to be Loved...
You're unearthing something here. For another perspective on Love, see my entry entitled, We All Wanna Be Loved." We share similar views.
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