TO LOVE : the journey of the human psyche from the Orange of Dreams to the Brown of Soil

Section 2. Hitting the Bull's Eye... it needs honesty to face the truth.

It's hard to avoid practicality. And it's hard to avoid this truth as well that there lies numerous Desires in our psyche which we ourselves don't acknowledge consiously. A dear friend of mine had once told me this that most of these desires, if revealed, can create high disbelieves. ..but they are there. Right there. And sometimes these desires don't go by Social Rules. And there in comes the question of holding Practical Desires. ..well, however beautiful it may be, the poem in the last section doesn't echo practicality.

Each of us dream of a fulfilling love. But almost none of us get it. Is this merely by chance.. or, is there a Paradox hiding somewhere?

Do We Get To The Question Of Questions? :

Answer yourself. Do you love to love, or do you love to receive love more?

Love starts to take shape when you start caring. When someone's smile becomes the source of your joy... when someone's pain becomes the source of your sorrow, ..when your soul starts to connect with somebody.

And who doesn't want to be loved? When there's no question asked on why you behave the way you do. When there's no request asking for a change in your attitude and individuality. When someone just happens to know the right ratio between when to care for you and when to set you free, to let you be who you are. ..when someone is always there to support you at the times of need. ..and when someone makes you feel and believe that you are not alone in this world.. you say someone has started to care for you, someone has started to love you.

And yes, it hurts, ..when we love dearly never to receive love in return. And naturally when we sit down and discuss, there pops up a question. Why does this happen? We would be looking to discuss that in my next posts. But for the time being, let's turn our attention to something, ..perhaps.., more deep.

Do we EXPECT to be loved in return when we love? ..at least do we hold such desires deep in our subconcious? ..and does this word get projected to our concious undergoing a transformation to 'HOPE'?

A question worth asking.

If the two -- loving and being loved remain forever separated in the depth of our psyche, ..tell me, why do we stop caring when we don't receive love? Though it doesn't happen all the times, most of the times this does happen. Are we lovers, then?

..not expecting godly images from our own selves, and agreeing collectively on the fact that being humans we remain very much fallible.., can we answer to our own consience something very honestly?

Aren't we DEALERS of human emotions, then?

And if all of us think in the same line, who's going to come and love us? Had we loved somebody in our own lives? ..Unconditionally? How do we expect unconditional love, then?

We claim we love. We write poems. We lose ourselves in the solitary greens amidst nature, thinking of the moments that we dream of spending together. Utopic?

Desires, desires, desires. They ruin it all.

They take us to a different world. ..Which might be suitable for writing poems, but if the whole world ran like this, ..each person lost in the dirty mazes of his own desires and utopia, who's going to step up and ask whether we need practical supports at the times of need? Who's going to care whether we are going at the right direction in our lives?

Romance serves well. But only as a topping. Without it, yes, the cake tastes bland. But sapping only cream, you end up getting impractically flabby.

The pain that you claim to get is because of your failure to taste those moments. But had you paid for that romance by caring about your love at the times when support was seeked? And are you sure that the support given then was not solely to taste those moments? Had you paid? And had you paid to buy? Sorry. Love is not sold. And do you Love? Did you love? ..just a few unnerving questions to avoid...

If everybody thought like this, the world would had come to a stand still, with every person dreaming inside his own cucoon of self-absorbment and holding impractical, colourful Desires, ..ever oblivient to the fact that they are never going to come true if they didn't venture out, breaking off that shell of self-absorbment. ..Just because, there's nobody waiting to love you outside. Because everybody happens to sleep like you, dreaming and dreaming and dreaming.

Hundreds of unfulfilled desires... enveloping this stupid world.
..And travelling round and round in circles without having any place left to go, ..always returning to its own genesis. And to top it all, sometimes there are double utopian ventures, when your love makes you believe that you are in love. ..Then it's just a question of who comes down to the brown of the soil first and breaks off this feeble relationship, that never was. And there are those couples who hold hands knowing that both of them dream, and asking each other to support their stupid dreams. And, may be, it's this love that stays.

I am going to tell you stories of a handful of real lovers, ..who loved their love more than they loved themselves. ..And how lucky had I been to meet them, face to face.

(to be continued...)