Where Hate Triumphs Over Love

Have you ever paused to ponder over the riveting conflict between societal approvals for love versus hate? Why is that being in love always invites dubious reactions from not only the society but familial responses are pretty much similar too. Often, we all come across innumerable instances where communities stand strongly united while waging combats based on hate or revenge. However, rarely do we spot cases where people show solidarity towards those in love, especially when their prospective partners come riding from a cultural world that is different than theirs. A point that is beyond any contention is the fact that reaching your love destination in a culture like ours is no carousel ride. There is an ocean of hurdles to clear before one can finally settle down with the partner of their choice. What one needs through this tough ride, is the resilience to spring right back from societal pressures and strengthen the tusk to hold your assertiveness high. It is integral to continue reminding people that for once, objecting hate can be the right thing to do but objecting love, under no circumstance should be sanctioned correct. Love is a feeling to be celebrated. Parents must be proud when their children fall in love with someone outside their families. Isn’t it absolutely admirable to see your child having the heart and ability to contain love for somebody else, without conditions and beyond selfishness? Ask, pause and ask again. What’s wrong? Love or hate?

Let’s break down the above paragraph to form relatable pieces. Proclaiming your love for someone in our culture will blatantly invite absurd/aggressive reactions from families, especially elders. What is astonishing is the fact that a feeling as incredible as love, a feeling as pure as love and a feeling as rarely gifted as love can lead to such painful consequences. From a simple “How dare you?” to horrifying instances of murder, what is cleverly covered in terms like ‘honor killing’, love sees it all. Again, what for? Why is it so problematic to be in love? How can love harm anything or anybody? Love in the maximum that it can bring, can only bring hope, compassion, humanity and prosperity back in the lives of robots-turned-humans. Banishing love is killing all of these prospects.

Meanwhile, hate between two people, two communities or even two nations, rarely calls upon such dire reactions. It again is truly unfortunate how easily one learns to accept hate, finds all terrifying or toxic ways to deal with it. People readily join hands to become accomplices in hate. Well, even if they don’t, the war that is waged against Love is never waged against Hate. It might be waged for it, though.

Notably, love as an emotion is too powerful as blessing to be bestowed on just anybody. You will notice through the journey of life that very few people have had the privilege to fall in love. The feeling is supremely deep and can fit in only in hearts that have bigger spaces, only in souls that are full of light, only in minds that contain real intellect and only in people who are Beautiful. Beautiful enough to be able to feel an emotion like that, to make space for it and to be able to accept it, more so, own it and announce it. The latter phases demand for courage that very fewer from the few possess. The ultimate miracle is to receive love for the love you give. This doesn’t happen humanely. It’s beyond the work of an ordinary being, it’s a miracle sent from the heavens. Now when you block a bond that was built somewhere beyond human contemplation, you are committing nothing less than a sin. To object love, is to object the power of the Unknown and Unseen.    

On the contrary, one fuming inference is that hate is such a shallow of an emotion, that it can find it’s space in the smallest hearts with the littlest space, in brains that haven’t learned the real wisdom, in souls that are dark and void and in people that are Evil.

Sit back and question. How and Why would you object love. How and Why would you rather not object hate from taking birth in the hearts of your children. How can you allow hate as a reaction to be followed after love? Love happens to only the brightest, be proud that you have the ability to experience it. Truly hope that we reach a time where hate never triumphs over love again. Love deserves to win. Every time. It deserves to be celebrated and not feared. Every time.

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The Love That Wasn’t Meant To Be Easy

If loving you was easy,

I wouldn’t have been standing alone on a full moon night,

There wouldn’t be a constant, weary search in my eyes,

Sleeps would have meant tranquility and not just a means to escape,

And I wouldn’t keep hoping for you to come, knowing that you wouldn’t.

If loving you was easy,

I wouldn’t have felt pain watching those two lovers by the street,

My music wouldn’t be only about endless waits and betrayals,

The kohl in my eyes and the lipstick on lips would have looked merrier,

And I wouldn’t keep hoping for you to come, knowing that you wouldn’t.

If loving you was easy,

My laughter wouldn’t have sounded so full of fatigue,

My friends wouldn’t always be asking, “Are you okay?”,

Every time that I went to a new café, I wouldn’t have been scared of spotting you with her,

And I wouldn’t keep hoping for you to come, knowing that you wouldn’t.

The truth is if loving you was easy,

My heart wouldn’t grow strong and immune to enduring pain,

I wouldn’t have learnt to cuddle myself to sleep,

I wouldn’t have worn that dress for myself, knowing that you won’t even see me,

After that dark night alone, I wouldn’t have been able to wake myself the next day and make myself a cup of coffee;

And I wouldn’t have the strength to wait for you, knowing that you might never come.

Yes, loving you was not easy.

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Ghaat Banarasiya

Enveloped in spirituality, Banaras was home to the tranquility that could wipe away every trace of restlessness. The city woke up to skies painted in shades of saffron and slept in the shimmering lights reflecting from the ghaats.Pillars of temples rose high up and birds opened their wings to soar in bliss. Even before the sun came up, Banaras was already immersed in mesmerizing voices of the devotees who sang to their Gods and the Ganga. This was a primary reason, besides the rejuvenating early morning sunrays sliding in through the crimson curtains of the room, that Piya never really needed an alarm.

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A Letter that could never be Delivered…

On my wedding night, my father placed his hand on my head, without looking into my eyes and said, “I will pray for your happiness always. Remember that your smile is my strength and every drop of tear in your eyes burns my heart.” I just smiled, looked up at him and said, “All my smiles bid me a goodbye the day I saw him walking away from our house, without even looking back to see me for the last time, walking away from my life forever.”

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That Incomplete yet Complete Lovestory!

Amidst the monotonous normalities rushing through my life, never did I expect a surprise as vibrant as you. Lost was I in the world of logics and practicalities when you stepped in bringing in the beauty of some senseless, illogical and utterly magical companionship. The vacuum that had vividly become a part of me was effortlessly being filled by the laughter and love you came with. The setting was so perfectly weaved. Astonishingly, a person as private as me, took no time to turn into an open book in front of you.It was as if the universe had conspired us to be what the world called ‘soulmates’.

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The Fairy Tale

Broken yet strong. Sad yet always smiling. Stern yet so soft. She was tremendously capable to hide her fears, her pain, her subtle wishes and her innocent desires in a face that always was glowing out of made up happiness and her eyes which always swelled of non existent excitements. She everyday woke up like a pillar of power keeping her soft little heart safe from the world which she knew would never accept.

Fighting a battle which had no aim, she ran around with her spirits high and a statue of confidence which the entire world admired. Yes for the world she was just a fair pretty woman with an outstanding energy, some infatuating bubbliness and some fine brains. But she craved to be discovered more than that. She craved to be read more than her face and her brains only.

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