Lovely Nonsense

I need love, not some sentimental prison,
I need god, not a political church.
I need love…

Love – the overwhelming, over the top, overcoming phenomenon; that happens to be a part of everyone. And I mean everyone, from the terrorist to the schizophrenic to the neurotic, psychotic serial killer. Wonder why almost all of the songs we hear, are about love, the loss of love, new found love, juvenile, crazy, obsessive, heartbreaking love.
I used to think it’s a highly overrated concept. I still do sometimes. Who defines love and the protocol involved? What are the repercussions of being in love? What kind of personality type are you and the one you’re in love with? Does all of this matter? Or, can you take the liberty to fall for anything/anyone, at your own sweet risk. Or can you even take this decision? Love happens for some, sometimes late for the others and over and over for some few – that according to me doesn’t qualify as love. I’m not saying you love only once, but I’ll say it’s like a pair of diamond earrings. You can lose it once, and even think about buying new ones, but you can’t do it so often if they’re real blings.
The question is how do you know it’s the real bling? The answer is, you won’t. You won’t know unless you’re in it, which is a fairly risky thing to do. Worth a shot?? Hmmm maybe not. Maybe I’m not the right person to write this. Maybe you can chose to ignore my views, but I’ll tell you this much

Love is perceivably vast,
With a blind eye to race, creed, sex and cast,
The book says it ought to be free,
From it, escapists like to spree,
Perhaps starts and ends fast,
But it feels fucking good while it lasts.

Try it, and if it fails, brother,
Don’t expect me to cry, for thee…