Dear My Blog Reader,
Here I am talking about one of those many things which make our lives beautiful. It is love...the eternal enigma. The essay I have published was written by Saikat Chakraborty, one of my very good friends, when we were in the eleventh standard. That was two years ago. I am publishing this piece with his full knowledge of it.
I will write my take on love in the next post. Till then enjoy this extraordinary piece...
LIVE— LOVE— LAUGH.
“True love” is a durable fire,
In the mind ever burning.
Never sick, never dead, never cold,
From itself never turning. –Bertrand Russell.
Love: it’s about passion, it’s about feelings, it’s about sense and sensitivity to small things, it’s about comprehending the large; it’s about the inner self, it’s about the outer unknown. Love is that tree which gores its roots deep into the earth but spreads its branches into the heaven; it is a tree that bears fruit eternally, a tree that can withstand the tempest, a tree that can value the modest. It has the serenity of the Divine, the calmness of Nature, the tranquillity of the deep seas, the vigour of the sea waves, the turmoil of human hearts. It is not about getting someone with whom you can live, it’s about finding someone without whom you cannot live; it is not about knowing the price of everything, it’s about preserving the value of everything; it is a sweet poison, not a poisoned sweet. Love is a thing of mind, a prized possession of the heart, a thirst for life. It is a versatile word for the expression of beauty, the charm of something indefinable. Love is a child’s privilege, a friend’s right, and a patriot’s might. Love is the driving force behind everything and everywhere, from science to literature, from philosophy to psychology, from wars to peace, from grief to happiness!
“True love” is a durable fire,
In the mind ever burning.
Never sick, never dead, never cold,
From itself never turning. –Bertrand Russell.
Love: it’s about passion, it’s about feelings, it’s about sense and sensitivity to small things, it’s about comprehending the large; it’s about the inner self, it’s about the outer unknown. Love is that tree which gores its roots deep into the earth but spreads its branches into the heaven; it is a tree that bears fruit eternally, a tree that can withstand the tempest, a tree that can value the modest. It has the serenity of the Divine, the calmness of Nature, the tranquillity of the deep seas, the vigour of the sea waves, the turmoil of human hearts. It is not about getting someone with whom you can live, it’s about finding someone without whom you cannot live; it is not about knowing the price of everything, it’s about preserving the value of everything; it is a sweet poison, not a poisoned sweet. Love is a thing of mind, a prized possession of the heart, a thirst for life. It is a versatile word for the expression of beauty, the charm of something indefinable. Love is a child’s privilege, a friend’s right, and a patriot’s might. Love is the driving force behind everything and everywhere, from science to literature, from philosophy to psychology, from wars to peace, from grief to happiness!
It is this love for poetry that transformed Balmiki into a poet from a dacoit; it is this love for wealth that turned Kauravas against their brothers. The Trojan War, the battle of Ramayana revolved around the theme of love for someone: be it Helen or Sita. Newton discovered this love in science, Shakespeare in literature, Bertrand Russell in philosophy. It’s this power of compassion and love that made Buddha a world renouncing monk, transformed an ambitious king Ashoka into a devoted Buddhist. Love has such powers that can create good of evil, jewel from a pebble and make a paradise of enigma. It is this love that can mould the mind to create a heaven of a hell, a hell of a heaven. This love is all embracing, boundless, fathomless; without it the universe will lose its charm—the sun will rise and set meaninglessly, the sea-waves will strike the shore unwelcome, the air shall smell of melancholy, flowers will not bloom or bloom reluctantly, the birds will forget to sing and the world will plunge into a sea of gloom, despair and darkness. Life will still exist but the purpose of life will be lost. Love is that bubble in the midst of a vast sea through which we see all the colours of the world. It enlarges all the goodness of the universe, hiding all the evils in its golden veil. But when this bubble bursts, it bursts with such intensity that the hearts are ripped apart. The life-blood steadily oozes out, leaving the master weak and helpless. Darkness engulfs the world. Howling wraiths and ghosts obscure the vision of men, while the withering hearts cry silently in the corners of a dark and windowless cell.
But love is eternal, it is something indestructible—it was there when the world was born, it still exists when it is in its prime and it will linger till the end of days. It never fades off and it is because of this love that God proclaimed, “Let there be light!” and there was light and the pendulum of the world started ticking.
5 comments:
Yes, love alone makes life not just worth living despite all its horrors, delusions and sorrows, but a glorious journey. So he who knows says 'it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. But love is also thankless, it is often sheer agony, it is too often mere illusion; which is why most people, unconsciously or otherwise, choose never to experience the real thing at all: that way they may never know the glorious highs of life, but they will be spared the troughs of deep despair too. That is precisely why most people end up living insipid and inconsequential lives, leaving behind nothing but a faint bad odour that disperses quickly enough: most middle-aged folks cannot recall anything significant about their own grandparents!
Sir,
Thank you for taking your time out to go through my posts and comment on them.
Love, truly, never seeks anything in return and thus it faces sheer pain when confronted by possessiveness and fakery. I completely agree with you about the people who rally against the existence of love. They only look at the abyss to which 'love' can take them to, completely ignoring the divine happiness which it could give them.
However, one thing is certain, true love is something very rare and hence priceless.
But Shubhabrata, don't you think love often brings pain. Love Makes man selfish. Love causes possesiveness which is harmful to others.
Love is a natural feeling but it needs time to blossom which most of the time is not sufficient. Think what happend inSantiniketan a few months back.
Dear Srijani,
Thank you for posting on my blog.
Let me confess something. I am in love. How can I not be? It is the greatest virtue one can have. And I have felt the pain that comes because of it. I have also felt the happiness when the cause of that pain disappears. I am not sorry because I felt that pain. I do not regret that pain. In fact, I think that that pain was necessary. It helped me to grow up and love more deeply.
The incident at Santiniketan was the display of lack of love and dominance of possessiveness and lust. Do you not agree that love and lust cannot stay side by side?
Keep commenting.
Shubhabrata
Very true love and lust can never exist together. I would also like to say something in support of what you said.
A mother suffers intense pain during child birth and the next moment she embraces the same child with a heart full of love.
Perhaps it is the pain that increases her love for the child.
Regards,
Sriranjani.
Post a Comment