om namah: shivay
let there be peace
What is love????
Love is but a word., four random letters
With a certain innotation.
‘Love’ is but a word,
A word that confines us; limits us
It is what we attach to that word
What we perceive of it ; that matters
But wy lock it in confines
Love cannot be defined
Lets accept it and understand it
They say its about the eyes meetin,
The dancing in the rain,
The cuddling up
The love making…
But its not.
This is the glorified way of justifying fornication.
One thing about us humans.
We set things in our on perspective.
Some two love birds experienced something
Some romantiscist imagined somewhere
Some writer interpreted it his way
Some director portrayed it his way
Some actor played it his way
And we the rest
accepted it that way.
The thuing about Chinese whispers is
The organized confusion,
The graceful jumbling up
The very different and often funny end result
So many perceptions.
Our lives are basically about experiences
But experience is something you have and not
Contrary to our system
What you blindly follow and revel in.
I see on the streets of my country grown menholding hands and walking
I see them enjoying that feeling of oneness
Reveling in an experience
That which we no longer have.
We gotsome jumbled up version of events
What homosexuals are actually like,
What they really are,
Are like love…..
A distorted contorted image
And one that is successfully killing us from within.
I thought that we had gone beyond being macho and showing of masculinity
Yet it exists today more than ever.
To a limit where two friends will never hold hands
Will rarely hug
Will rarely bask in the glory of their love
A limit where a child is ashamed to hold his fathers hand
The same he held to walk
Because it is not cool
A limit where it is now only that which lovers are supposed to do
And something loked down upon
Spurned as publicdisplay of affection….
We are becoming more materialistic there is no doubt
The drug called money
Has eaten us up
Were addicted running crazy
Whats the one thing common with all drugs
Youre never, I mean never high enough..
The evening walks withparents
Bowed out qeitely
To the raised curtains
The era of the television.
The long chats
The talks on life
The real education
A sony playstation…..
Going on is imperative yet futile
However, the path must be stuck to.
The questions lie around you…
The answrs within.
What we think is love is actually not.
It is not the running in the rain.
The dancing and the singing,
These are but impure manifestations
Of the pure…
Love is that which exists between parents and their children.
That feeling where you feel the other is but a part of you
Asmall fragment that you created
The desire to protect you and pamper you
The felig that you are their god, their salvation
The wishing that you rise higher
That is love.
Love is that which exists between two lovers who realize the immortality of the soul
The limitless fore of binding energy
The bubble within which they finally go to rest in that
Immense pool we call god.
It is more like the love of a parent for their child
Come, be not bound
Let not these shackles
These horrible quantifications
Hold you down
Understand the power around us
The power of love
Feel it revel in it
Why your neighbour alone?
Loveeveryone and everything
Be not afraid to show love
It is not a crime.
It perhaps the most beautiful part of life
That which holds us together
That which made us different from the apes
Amongst whom are anscestors roamed.
Come be free
Spread the love
The world needs not peace
It needs no conferences
Or international conventions
It needs love and its free expression
It needs the straenghtning of this bond
The absorption of it by everyone and everything…..
Like I said the questions are around you
The ansers within.
Understand but one thing
The answer lies in love.
It solves all the problems
When you grow food, love it
When you grow food, love those you grow it for
When you eat food, love it for feeding you and
Love those that grew it for growing it, for you
When you do anything, love it, experience it enjoy it
Every single part of it,
Every minute of it
Life is to short to be wasted
Pandora opened that box but why have we never once challenged it
What existed before was love what remained later was hope,
The evils however flourished.
Challenge it today this very minute.
We pride ourselves on being the smartest,
Then are we content with being the players of these evils?
Do we truly believe that the world is but a stage and we its actors
Is that why we live????
Accept it no more.
There may be pain, there may be difficulties
There may be disese there may be sufferings
But bring it in o you evil forces
Forthat which they seek to destroy lives on till today.
Weve battled with nothing but hope and love from the day that box opened.
Why disguise them?
Are we afraid
And are we in this fear hiding our strength so deep thatwe forget where it is?
We may be developed n the outside but its no good if youre hollow on the inside.
Oppose it, fight it
Love love love…
Love till the air itself becomes heavy with it
Love till it pervades all known boundaries all our useless limitations
Love till it becomes love