The rain drops chaste as its origin fall from the eternal
vastness, rest upon the steep slopes ready to flow down, pacing swiftly ahead,
meeting other brooks on the way, obliterating obstacles, mingling with mud,
meandering but moving and ultimately emptying into the cosmic reservoirs. An
intricate mystery understood by none! Atrophied of love, this mesmerizing world
have been desolate and gloom would lay predominant. Love is the universal
heartbeat with which every soul throbs. As the air flowing from the East to the
West and the mighty waves ramming against the shingle, "Love knows no
bounds". Perhaps the epicenter of every teen is love and sex.
Yet it is a great to pity to see a prodigious amount of
hypocrisy brewing about every niche. The only sin possible in my eye is to deny
your own inner calling. Not to respond to its impetuous urge causes all sorts
of complexions. The typical stereo-typical society has certainly enthralled the
budding minds with their ‘perverse impossible ideals’. The
condemnation of sex and love puts one at war against one’s own energy – and a
double minded man is unstable in all his ways – as most of us are, trying to
fish for a relationship and at the same time shying away from it!
The dictionary has fallen into the hands of masochists’
vectors who have marred one the most beautiful words. Trust, fidelity and
‘chastity’ have been reduced to what is called virginity in a bawdy language. A
deeper psychological insight reveals jealousy, the offspring of insecurity. We
have tried to captivate love/sex and channelized it to a single person. But can
you enclose breeze in your first and still expect it to be fresh? And so is
with sex and love!
Today is a world where you can ping your fiend sitting
right at the North Pole in a mere fraction of a second. We have become a global
village but with this contraction in a virtual sense have our beings also
started to contract only to be reduced to a malodourous trickle? A branch
severed from the trunk hurts both equally – men and women are no exceptions!
Peace is but a dream until ‘these complements’ do not merge and
melt into one another, unconditionally, having casted off all the trash
of untold centuries. It is time to tickle the ‘vast unused
network’ of billions of electrical connection of our biological computer……..
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