Love is a religion, a faith, a cult,
and its votaries or practitioners
are a breed apart, with their own
secret rites and rituals, beliefs
and dogmas. The temple of love
has its own priests and laity, adepts
and novitiates, its own ceremonies
of innocence, its own flags, banners.
Love is a city, a state, a country,
with its own government, administration,
its own laws, its own constitution,
its own President or Head of State.
The Republic of Love is democratic,
for love abhors coercion; hearts
freely given and taken are its mode
of exchange. The currency of love
is innocence; it is never devalued
or upgraded. The fluctuations of
the international economy do not
affect its fortunes. Speculators
and other such hustlers don't always
fare well here because no matter
how many hits they score, they still
cannot enter into Love's hall of fame.
That's because there's an unwritten
but well-known code of conduct which
determines the course of love on earth:
never betray anyone in love,
never make false promises,
never break even a single heart,
never destroy hope, in short,
never intentionally betray or hurt.
Fidelity, not to a person, but to Love
is the first and last principle. Those
who cannot follow this simple rule
are unfit for Love’s magic demesne.
Those who love will not be judged
by the standards of this world;
even if they fail in earthly terms,
they will be saved and forgiven
for satisfying heaven’s more stringent
standards: they will be judged
according to laws divine for
ultimately, the true Beloved
is none other than God.
|Copyright © 2005 - Makarand Paranjape|