Love at the times of life

Love at the times of life
Vaatupura A. Jayaprakash

By way of definition, it has been hard for people of all ages to come up with a complete one for love. It is one for one and another for another. Parents to their children, husband to wife, wife to husband, brother to sister and sister to brother, teacher to student, student to teacher, a friend to another and god to his devotees, devotees to their idols; and so goes the dimensions of love. And it is the only force that life has got to deal with whatever dimensions it takes in its course. It is so ubiquitous in the sense that it is found even in the severest of adversities and in the minds of the cruelest of adversaries, to be precise.

However, by way of definition, we have failed to come to a conclusion on what love actually is. This failure could be either our strength or our weakness. The interesting thing about this is that love is able to make us strong when we are weak, and it is at the same time able to make us weak when we are strong. It binds us together when we are at odds. It even makes us touch the extremes of our potential. It enables us to salvage ourselves from all depths. And there are instances to prove the fact that love is able to bring back people from the brinks of death, abysses of despair and deluge of utter doom.

Unfortunately, it is this same love or one or many of its dimensions that make people kill their fellow beings. A good number of murders are committed out of love; love for money, love for blood, love for pleasure, love for lust, love for dignity, status, social value, and there are murders committed just out of the love for seeing people suffer and die. If we take a cursory glance at the reasons for murders, we may understand that love down human history has killed much more than what hate, animosity or disputes have killed. It is the love for one’s country that makes a warrior kill and again it is the love for one’s nation that makes many soldiers face bullets with their bare breasts.

Jesus was a victim of love. It was his love for his Master or his disciples. Judas was a victim of love. Satan was a victim of love. God himself was, and so were Adam and Eve. And all their descendants are but the same. Father, mother, brother, sister, friends and foes, neighbours, both good and bad, lovers, male and female; and who else does not come under this labyrinthine fabrics of love that lie encompassing the whole cosmos?

Love, if thou art so unfathomable in these fleeting times of life, I would love to dwell deep in you so to know yet another dimension of your visage. It is in the prayers that Gods live, not in their answers. So is love. It is in its manifestations that love lives, not in its definitions. At these turbulent times of love, it is better to fear love than to fathom it.