I am reading a book on poems written in Hindi. The author of the book is anonymous. Don't know who is she, but her poems are really heart touching. As usual almost all of the poems are sadistic. By sadistic, I mean which depicts kind of a pain in it. Pain of love. Pain of not getting love etc. All the poems are dedicated to her beloved. Probably some guy. But you never know - it could be a flower also. It could be bird also. No idea. Doesn't really matter whether it's a guy or a flower of a bird. But someone is definitely there.
She says in the poem that she loves him and miss him a lot. She has asked so many questions to her lover. From her poem it appears her lover doesn't stay with her. May be busy in the job lol. Probably she is unconditionally waiting for him. That one day he will come and embrace her. Now you see love and poems are totally mutually exclusive independent phenomena. If I write better poems, that doesn't mean I am a better lover. If I am a better lover that doesn't mean I can write better poems. Poems are matter of literature. Love is transcendental. So, there is a conversion from transcendental to literature. That conversion is done by mind. As I had said, mind is the biggest problem. Mind is the worst part of the body. That I think.
She has demands from her beloved in her poems. Sometimes she wants this, sometimes that. May be that happened because of the conversion factor I described in the previous paragraph. Real love should be demand less. There should not be any trace of demand in the love. Difficult to achieve. Jesus achieved that. Then he became Christ. Love of Jesus is the real love. The love she is talking in her poems are her own manifestation. That's her own creation. In fact, her love is also influenced by society. Society doesn't want to produce lovers. Look at the life of lovers. Their life is not easy. Society sends innumerous pain to them. This happens to real lovers. Since, very beginning society is against of love. That's why we have no schools and colleges and universities for love. Love is not taught anywhere. We are taught maths, physics chemistry all the craps but not love. This simply shows that society is against of love. In fact, this is one of the biggest propaganda these educationist ever made. They didn't add any chapters in our syllabus which which might inadvertently sprout the love among student. That's why perverted students are produced. Low temper student. Don't feel surprised by looking at these highly qualified low temper fellas. It's not their fault. They are just part of propaganda these educationist had started. Yesterday, I met a highly qualified but low temper girl. Again, It's not her fault. Society made her like that. Jesus was a lover, you crucified him. Buddha was a lover, you threw stones at him. Mahavira was a lover, you pierced his ears. Haven't you sent pains to all the lovers who ever walked on the earth? You had. It's not your fault. If you are bad, then it's not your fault. It's fault of society. It's propaganda of society. It's society who makes the person good or bad. There are reason behind this. Love is transcendental. It doesn't understand any boundaries. It simply transcend all the social paradigm. Anything which is transcendental society cannot digest it.
If you contemplate little bit more intensively on these poems then you would find it simply starts disappearing. All the happiness and sorrow expressed in the poems start disappearing. Because, essentially they never existed. They are like waves on the ocean. They tide up and fade. But the ocean remains standstill. As long as the waves thinks that I am separated from the ocean it get destroyed. But the moment the waves acknowledge that - I am the ocean itself, it becomes infinite. She might be a great lover but she needs to understand that all these diversification expressed in her poems needs to be unified at some point in some manner. As long as one thinks I am the doer or I am the lover it contaminate the whole existence itself. Everything is happening by itself. However, the only and only thing can be done is to be the observer. If you become the observer of the love then pain cannot touch you. Sorrow and pain will come and go you would remain as you are as always.
Anyways, big kudos to her for taking initiative to write heart melting poems on love :)
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