The Death of Love


Dreams are man-made. So are longings and expectations. Human heart is odd. Because it never stops expecting. That is how it loves. That is why it wants love. Love is nothing but a bond. And all bonds are hypo critic. As deformable as the water surface. Neither the two become one. Nor they stay separate! Still bonds form. Quite painfully. And in a funny way. And when they form they take away a lot of energy so as to subdue the state of both to a configuration supporting lesser vitality and higher satisfaction. Why this happens is a mystery! Or may be it's not. Bonds form to make individuals extract satisfaction. Assurance.
Love ends with the realization that the expectation of that assurance was false. And it is then the mind can come out and the heart can rest.

Sensitivity, when surrendered, might get accepted leading to the formation of a bond. Or it might get rejected – increasing the longing in the process. Sometimes it comes back to the owner; unchanged in form – without the amplification through acceptance or scratches of rejection. And sometimes it doesn't come back!
It neither gets accepted, nor rejected. It goes unnoticed by most. Un-understood by many. And unfelt by some. The soul of it wanders about forever. Wafting all across the span of this universe. Unexploited; untouched.
It's like trying to form a bond but realizing that it would never be possible! There is no sadness! Just a blank space in the scrabble of letters within the book of love that is written by many.

Society is strange! Because it's as hypo critic as a bond itself is. It expects from others as much as it expects from itself. When others can see but not feel, and understand that they can see but not feel, what mostly results is sympathy, not love. It is here where it goes hypo critic. It never accepts sympathy. But it always has the thing to offer. Smart people don't offer sympathy. But do they love?

Life is short. And all goals are without any meaning. Rivers come back to their genesis – once they empty into the ocean – through rain, completing the full circle. What is to be enjoyed and learned from is the journey and not the destination! Do bonds stop or deviate a person from extracting lessons from this journey?

Love can't be forced. If a person has expectations in his heart he is bound to love. It is because extracting lessons from a bond itself is, at times, equally enjoyable as learning from a lone journey. It's shorter. And more effective. But at the end of everything what count are the lessons. Neither the journey, nor the bonds.
To kill one's sensitivity fully is inhuman and perhaps not morally possible. But if, with the desire of forming a bond, one lifts off the bar to his sensitivity so that, pushing out of the cage of the heart and escaping in this free world, it spreads across air and wafts about in all dimensions – without getting understood, felt or touched... what results, more often, is a bond with oneself! Lessons are then learned via the medium of meditation.

It's not about becoming a narcissist. It's all about becoming passive. When the river gets nourished by raindrops off its own water it becomes perennial and independent. Eternal. Infinity contains itself in a circle. In the sense that one can trace it over and over again without feeling the need to come out. All circles bear the Infinite regardless of their sizes. This marks that they are all equal and one.
Nirvana might result out of love. But it can also be attained through the death of love. Hypocrisy must be avoided at any cost. The Infinite doesn't thrive in a self that is vitiated off its own fragrance!