Renderings from the bottom of my heart.

my conversation with a fellow human, made me think about a question that is so elusive.
Love.
What is love, now to some it might sound a notion from bygone era, but I would still like to define love. I for one don't want to believe that love is "this chemical" mixing with "that chemical" with "hormones pitching in" to produce "side effects like palpitation, sudden dizzy feeling, quickening of breath, and  psychological phenomenon, that induces the will for total submission"
I want to define love in the most poetic way possible, you can say that I am impractical, but I say, "we are already in hell, so why not glorify the  biggest sinner of all, love, and feel good about it".

love is complete submission, love is complete acceptance, love is complete tolerance, love is going to the most horrifying of places, the ugliest and scariest places ever imaginable, and still accept them and tolerate them, (maybe tolerate is not the right word, but I wanted to use it anyway, because I believe that humans do get angry, and this has to be tolerated too. ) and submit to them your soul for safekeeping.
love is destiny trying to conspire against all odds to catch up with you.
love is the whole of cosmos trying to nurture and keep the life alive, love is the existence of humans on the face of this earth. love is two lovers meeting in clandestine, love is a whole nation joining hands for freedom, love is a peaceful negotiation of war, love is the deepest of ocean that hides away so many lives, love is the fertile planes of ganges that gave life to millions of humans.
Love is Nature.
Love is the prayer that is said without any asking, love is the will to survive and exist. Love is what makes us feel, (in case you are one of us software geeks, love is the baseline against which we measure feelings) love is to muse, love is to indulge, love is to risk everything for one soulful encounter.
love is the healing touch, love is mother nurturing a baby.

It is strange why we don't love anymore, it is strange that we hide from the true emotion, why do we suffocate it and give it meanings, why do we differentiate it. Love cannot be interpreted according to ones wishes, then why do we let a small coterie define the appropriateness or dis-appropriateness of love. why do they still slaughter the ones who love, why do we have Romeo Juliet, Heer Ranjha being repeated everywhere. Why do we define the boundaries of love, why do we say that love is exclusive, why don't we accept love, why do we brand it.

this is probably the best love letter I will ever write, but please don't use the word "love letter" for they have depraved the meaning of the same. They have made love trivial and unimportant, they have ravaged love and they still are not satisfied. So please don't call it that.

but you can surely call it , renderings from the bottom of my heart...............


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Arise, awake and stop not, till the goal is achieved.

~Vivekanand