LOVE

LOVE

Love that is dying, is subject to circumstance and alters in accordance, that is fraught with fear and shame, is no love at all. Love that is undying, that lives on forever irrespective of circumstance, that throbs with unalloyed intensity of delight and despair in alternate terms of perceived union and separation, is the real love. Such a love sublimates the soul and raises one to ecstasy of the being, is unfettered by aught of earth and rambles in the high heavens of blissful union of beloveds careless of earthly considerations, fear, shame, gain et al and all kindred social strictures. Unto such a love is all life directed, it being the source, sustenance and ultimate repose of the evolving soul. Love, my soul, love till thou art inebriated with the ethereal essence of life that is glacial bliss melting perennially in streams of unearthly love.

Written by Sugata Bose