A Sacred Religion.

A strong word Religion is, so familiar yet so unfamiliar. A word that carries the burden on whole world on its own.

Religion is something we are not supposed to talk about. We don’t choose them either, we are born into them, they are passed down to us into our legacies and we spend out whole lives defending them.

When you say the word Religion, it sounds heavy, bringing tiny specs of fear to you. You immediately feel it as your responsibility to respect it. Just a word, you don’t see Religion, a word that have yourself, yet it holds so much power over you.

Then there is sacred, a word never done justice to. Doesn’t ever get the respect that it deserves. There are these sorts of words like it that never get there justice.

There are many Religions in the world, but there is this one that no one accounts for, LOVE.

I know, you see the word and you think of a vulgar, third class, degraded, ran beneath the foot, teenage toy. But its not. Maybe it is now but that’s not what it is supposed to be. I don’t know of there was ever a time when people really understood the meaning of it. I think not. No one has ever really tried looking into the depths of it, no has ever tried, no one wants too.

Its a common word, yet sounds so strange when said out loud only as if its Taboo. People cling desperately to it but show it not. Use it’s name for all the wrong reasons, yet keep hope from from the goodwill of those four letters, burning a never blowing out matchstick that lights the inside of those dark and haunted hearts sowed between those high walls.

Do you know what love is?

I don’t. but what i know is, it’s not what we think it is. Its something more and big, and out of the grasps of our imagination.

Its a Religion.

Its something more than words could put. Its holy and sacred. Its a feeling. Its when you don’t let go of some. Its a mystery. Its power. Its controlling someone. Its getting inside of someone and untangling all the mess that is there. Its finding there heart, their true heart and hold it in your hands to feel, to caress it. Its wild. It fills the world around us, its in the air we breathe, and the water we drink.

Its nothing. Just a figment of our imaginations.

Your heart just missed a beat, right there, it fell down, like being crushed, you were hoping for something more and were disappointed.

Its true. Its all in our heads. Our way of comforting us through this vile world but now that it has traveled through the beginning of times, maybe we have created it to exist. We are maybe its creators. Yet a creator unknown to it full merits of its creation. That is now disappointing.

How we have degraded it.

Its not the only feeling in the world, there are many others, so vast and vicious is the list that we seldom confuse them with one and another. And so we shamelessly fall into the trap of others thinking its love and fall deep into the wrong roots, when we realize the mistake that we had made, its too far late to rise again from the abyss, filled with false hope and the pressure of being wrong, we make it wrong.

This word is so rubbed these days. Everyone seems to be falling in and out of it so easily. The calamity of the words, I Love You, does not make it so. The narrator says it and the receiver lustful and hungry to hear the false, believes it. Love is to be respected. It demands to be felt deeply.

Love is not like other feelings, its huge, desired, a hope and full of authority. The drawback is that too such a great power, only a few can truly be faithful to it, faithful not to the lover but to love.

Its is supposed to an abyss that we fall into, and the walls of those must be of our love and care for the lover. The intensity must be felt. The heart feels it, its time you realize that it does.

No one really does justice to it. Not I or you. Not this post even. This post is a failed attempt of trying to explain it.

-Naba Mehdi