An eternal call of Love .
In the labyrinth of existence, where mortality looms like a shadow, I did not arrive to defy the inevitable grasp of death. My purpose has always to embrace death and its somber beauty which lies within living with purpose.
In the journey of self-discovery, amidst the chaos of this world, I stumbled upon you. And suddenly, in your presence, the mundane life filled with meaning, as if each passing day held the promise of a new adventure, solely because of you.
It’s a harsh truth I’ve to accept that you will never truly be mine. Yet, there’s an ecstasy in loving you, a joy that goes well beyond possession and expectation.
What is love, really? A question that has haunted me relentlessly, following my every step. Some define it as a world that revolves around a particular person, where the universe shrinks to accommodate only two souls, You and Me. Others see it as a lifelong journey shared with a kindred spirit.
But it wasn’t until I had my epiphany, my moment of clarity, that I understood love in its purest form. Love, I realized, is divine. It’s about devotion, about giving without the expectation of receiving anything in return.
Even if one day I find myself at your doorstep, pleading for your love, I would urge you to turn me away. Love shouldn’t be begged for; it should be freely given and received.
Yet, like a hapless sailor in a stormy sea, I find myself repeatedly shipwrecked on the shores of your love. Try as I might to distance myself from you, an invisible force pulls me back, back and forth to you.
Perhaps this is a battle I can not win, a force beyond my control. And yet, I cannot bring myself to erase the memories of you, to extinguish the flicker of hope in my heart.
For love, I’ve come to realize, is not a conquest but a surrender. It’s the willingness to let go of ego and embrace vulnerability, to accept a person for who they truly are, flaws and all.
Ego, I’ve learned, is love’s greatest adversary. Where ego reigns, love withers and dies, suffocated by the weight of pride and self-importance.
But true love, the kind that transcends time and space, requires a willing surrender of the self. It’s about seeing beyond the surface, beyond the masks we wear, and connecting with the essence of another soul.
In the end, love is not about possession or control. It’s about acceptance, about honouring the uniqueness of each individual, and cherishing the beauty of their imperfections.
In frame: Polash
Photographed by the writer.
Location: Kamalganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh.
Foot note: This text is being modified and edited by Chat GPT. For the first time, out of curiosity I took help of an AI tool and the result literally flabbergasted me as the output is amazing! Well, yes, we are entering into the era of modern technology where Artificial Intelligence and Human have to coexist is the ecosystem for a sustainable future.
