On Perception of Love
The word ‘Love’ intrigues me always. I never find the word ‘Love’ an easy term to perceive let alone conceive. Lots of things are devised first, and then infused into the single term ‘Love’. In the one hand, trust is there along with affection, sharing, caring and pride. On the other hand, mistrust and deception find a remarkable place in the making of love. Love has its own venom to desecrate its own existence. Unqualified love is a rare species on earth. One man, one heart, still hankers after more swallowing down one after another. It can’t be stopped. Love is dynamic with extra-ordinary virility. It makes a man wise first and afterwards befools him. Francis Bacon says
“It is impossible to love and be wise.”
Bacon also censures love as “weak passion”, a “child of folly” and disapproves us of to guard against it so that we might not be infected by it.
Love is a kind of chemical that desensitizes the power to recognize explicit facts; makes man oblivious of the demarcation between right and wrong.
“But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit”
The Merchant ofVenice, Act II, Scene VII
Sometimes love is a kind of deviation form the orbit of daily life or full of devilment. Sometimes it causes despondency, creates confusion in a self-orchestrated perdition. Andrew Marvell in his poem The Definition of Love depicts ‘Love’ as something high born rarity which is beyond reach. It is an object never to be realized into reality because there is always something invisible, yet hyperactive which stimulates no perfection or maturity of relation.
My love is of a birth as rare
As ‘tis, for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despairs
Yet love is adorable, a thing cherished by all sage and fool. Love brings completeness to the life. It makes life full of ecstasy but still it has risks. It can snatch away a lot, giving nothing at all. Love can be a kind of Jeremiad against bliss and exhilaration. Pleadingly it asks for care but eats up soul ruthlessly. Nevertheless, love enthralls hearts of millions and fascinates feelings immensely. Even if we can presage the ensuing hazard, still we love unfalteringly. Because it’s love.
’Tis better to have loved and lost
Then never to have loved at all.
– Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sometimes love frustrates soul. It intensifies vacuum in the deep sense of the mind. Still love teaches a man to declare dauntlessly the profound way a man love with. Truest soul exhibits its true color when it is under the compelling sway of love.
How many times do I love thee, dear?
Tell me how many thoughts there be
In the atmosphere
Of a new-fall’s year,
Whose white and sable hours appears
The latest flake of eternity;
So many times do I love thee, dear.
– Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Love has an all conquering power. It’s a force that can bridge the gap between thousands of miles. Geographical distance or physical absence is not a factor to muse on that very much. True love always beckons indefinitely. Deep down the heart absence of loved ones heightens the presence more if the love is unmixed and unsoiled.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
– T. H. Bayly
Isle of Beauty
True love is not transitory. It never absconds leaving only the mirage of heart or feelings. It outlives anything mundane, outshines anything fleeting. Mendacity in love menacingly brings plight and thus can draw a conclusion before the prelude. Same is echoed in john Clare’s poem:
Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dews!
I love the found,
The faithful, and the true.
Alfred Lord Tennyson also proclaims the perpetuity of love in his narrative poem The Princess.
O, tell her, brief is life but love is long.
Love is the catalyst that stands in the center of any kind of harmony. Love amalgamates soul with soul and brings peace everywhere, soothes the turbulent hearts. Completely alone nothing can survive meaningfully. Anything creative needs vivacity and love provides it. Love unites, reunites, kindles and rekindles souls and inspirits hearts with indomitable desire to vanquish any obstruction or evil.
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law of divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
Expounding exact definition of love or classifying it is not an easy task to be carried on. Love is a conception based on very human perception of individuals. Intrinsically, we can only love, but we can’t define it. That’s the most tragic part of the story.