Do We Love Ourselves ?

I often observe around that people are very caring about themselves unless few who are not, (I may call it a simple ignorance) caring people love themselves and focus on maintain their physical appearance and body shape and some go more further with a sensibility to get dressed in a way to make the accurate reflection of their sophisticated nature. But do they really groom themselves to the fullest? Here it is must to know the aspects that we should care about in this regard. Normally we have to upkeep and retain our health, shape, manners, style, and language and then all these things transform us into a particular personality but do these aspects are enough to love one’s own self, no of course not, trust me really not, are our souls not the part of ourselves why we forget our conscious to be cared and to uphold them to the finest line of purity. What brings them pure at the heart and soul, for me it is to be original bestowing to the nature as Almighty has created the man unalloyed and free from the contamination. Here is a moment to think that do we really care ourselves? or we are merely ignorant in our acts of sensibilities?

The smell of my roses is no more alive

The twilight of my nights is not alike 

Thousand springs are lost, of my uncountable love

My love rains and my passions and all above

My every small happiness is remained ill

My heart bends just upon your will

Come back to connect all lost relations of mine

My all ways are heavenly linked with thine

Return me my every day n night

The same sun and twilight

Without you I am lost in the way

Come back to get me back the same array

Oh come back in the lines of my hands

To let me live the same land

Come back in my dreams,

Come back in my lyrical streams

Characters of my ballads are blue and anonymous for me

Come back to return them smile and glee

I surrender to be nothings without thee

Come back to return me my starry skies

Where my soul freely flies 

Come back to my life

Return my roses, sweet smell the same alike. 

By ana   

Your words reflect by your starry eyes

Unspoken..

Anonymous..

Yes relishes the scarlet color of rainbow when address my dreams,

Love red wine of your gaze permeates in my cavernous posture...

The shade of aged love epics my desires wish to be crammed forever…

My soul reflects that twinkling light since the marathon start

But halt

My heart,

Scary the moments when his stares turn anonymous again like the past

And trust, the icy silence will set me again apart

Your words reflect by your starry eyes

Unspoken, Anonymous,

And yes distant from my heart.

By ana

Countless moments of never ending wait

A long chain of your promises

No doubt kept me in bond with the fate

Many season of my love are passed by

Trust me I remember every day of them and cry

Many hours of the clock have come back again

They left to get you back but in vain 

I confess,

My love is immortal no more

Feelings are still in incomplete lore 

Gone away those months and years

No matter where far or near

Passions have been through the trial of hundred rains

But still furnace is here in my veins 

But yes,

I pride to live the moments of your wait

As affinity with them is my love’s fate

By ana

Ah! My veins,

Are overflowing with passions and pains

Love dwells in my ardent heart

But pains to bear u distant apart

When the darkness prevails  

Hides my shadow in veils

left the love dejected

Alone and arrested  

When the silence rules over the earth

The isolation threats the desire’s birth

When the blooming flowers

In the morning hours

Are waned

For the reason never explained

When the bird sings

And flatters its wings

For the love wanted

And are not granted   

I fear!

All the dawns, Days and delights,

or shimmering lights,

Will not bring u near

O darling!

Hear

How I tear

Your craving runs through my veins

I write the poem

To say it’s pains

By:

Ana

“O ecstasy I tasted thee”!

Love for no doubt makes wonders does not matter for how long it exists but it leaves its effects for life long, cupid’s shoot hit the heart and heart starts its own fantasy to experience a new way to see the world around. In the world of this fantasy lovers’ standards are varied to feel the height of the relation’s truth. And when the feeling of love and belongingness goes forth it turns into the “ekstasis” if I talk about the original word of Greek that is trans-like state, yes the ecstasy. It is not crucial for everyone to reach this height of love in his/her life time or sometimes a mind does not engross  the feelings that much deep even though they love deeply but as I said ideals vary according to the peoples own perceptions regarding the concepts of love and relations, preferences and satisfactions, and moreover what makes them happy either conjugal aspiration or their passion for a platonic relation but as I appreciate  john Donne’s philosophy here for his poem “the ecstasy” I feel all the divisions in one heart, the marvel of the world in the seventeenth century poet who is love adept and makes a relation of the soul with his beloved:

“Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cemented By a fast balm, which thence did spring ;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.

So to engraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one ;
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.

As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,

Our souls—which to advance their state,
Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.

And whilst our souls negotiate there,
we like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.

Actually the poem talks about the completeness of lovers or we can say an idea of real love that is free from the material bonds and when the soul becomes active in love making, the real status of ecstasy is felt in the following lines. As the setting of the poem also describes the development of his thoughts first he sets everything perfectly for sensual excitements. Pleasure of love out of love making from here starts going on towards the spiritual feelings of pure love

If any, so by love refined,
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,

He—though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same—
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.  

Here Donne had clearly marked the modification in the journey towards the transitions. The feeling does not reach at this height unless not purified with a passionate experience of the relation. The more burnt in this fire of love the more heightened in this philosophy.

This concept of platonic love is very rare; love should be physical or spiritual? The very archaic question under discussion mostly observed with different answers; according to Donne love should be concretized; conjugal pleasure is the trial to the platonic height.

 “On man heaven’s influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.”

Moreover Donne’s love is the remedy of loneliness and all the deficiencies of life, he uses metaphor of violets how it increases in color and smells when transplanted next so the effect love makes on human lives it takes a new vigor out of it.

“Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it, it is like the perfume of a rose u can smell it and that’s all” said W. Somerset Maugham correctly. It’s simply the name of your passions height and I call it the height of the joy.

And here with my readers I would definitely share the history of this title that is really interesting and that intends me to write this piece; infact it’s a flash back of 8 years when I read a poem in weekly MAG and was very much impressed by the last line, it kept on rendering in my mind since then, and few days before I read the poem of Donne “the ecstasy”, un consciously I murmured with sensation “ o ecstasy I tasted thee” and gave the line a pretty good purpose.

I argue

Educators are at the elevated position of being taking part in raising a nation, giving the nation pillars to rely its future on them. History is evident that when educationists do not pay their due attention on making the moralities strong enough to tolerate a hard hit of venality, the nation’s fall starts right from the point. Education system is the transmissions of the civilization, said will Durant, but do we see any link between our contemporary and the forefather’s code of civilization? The very question is a less articulated fact regarding our nation’s deteriorating elements. No doubt new learning breaks the limits of time and helps us to escape from the confined thoughts but it should not be the escape from ones real values and identity. We are lost and fall from the position of a respected nation because our education system is failed to transform our original ethics and standards to the upcoming generations.

Uniqueness is the only standard for nations to be identifiable and respectable among others all over the globe. Each ethnic group has its own norms, but when our rules are overlapped by others’ we lost our own faces. The compulsion acquires: are we not responsible? Of course we are! And yes we are failed, to shift our golden moral shine to the new troops. And here the education system is left with a substantial responsibility to let the youth learn how to sustain with in our own recognition, Our young confront us, mothers are worrying for undue liabilities, interests are not focused, struggles are not concentrated, our elders are helpless and confined to their limits, and our values are overused in fashion determination. We have the sense to show up with social class differences but our sensibility is lacking in recognizing humanity, all such artificiality is visibly pushing us in the abyss of dark future.

Essentially the real fault is in training. We never mature our young with the fact that “everything is fair in love and war” but not with in our ideals, being in love and war cannot deviate our focus from the right direction, we did not even bothered to make them know, the nobility is not in appearance but it is in understanding human values, they don’t understand what being a knowledgeable really mean besides passing some examinations with outstanding grades. Along with the system the teachers’ individual concern demands that they teach not only the languages and scientific theories and calculation formulas at their end but alter some good habits in students, set the environment to value our own criterions, well matched with our customs, religious aspects and social acceptance, towards living a successful life.

I argue for a real education system which is fully equipped with all the tools not only to teach advance world standard courses but also to make them absorb how the learning is help full in living a life of moralities. Our learned individuals should at least distinguish for their own originality and not adopt any substandard way blindly. Their concepts about the purpose of life, social aspects, and modesty should be crystal clear so the analyses for good and bad remain with no confusion for them.