Love And Lust

Love And Lust long poem

A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs,
With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities,
And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope,
Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back,
In our classroom, enjoying the full life, on luxuries and lust,
A spent-thrift, on tours and hotels, getting honours and friends
Enviously, that no man on those days, as him, in our company,
Played life, entertaining himself and others, with love of lust.

Lust, the concupiscence, an animal instinct, in-born,
Inflames by itself, so fast, from an inamorata, I thought,
Catching fire with the coquette, lightening within, at once,
On the limelight of love, recreating words so tender,
A soft touch inside, the dalliance of love, tempting men
And women to swallow the sweat-coated capsule form,
The human-love-intakes, forgetting all pain and hardships,
Longing to have an inexperienced perception of love.

The tree of life and the tree of knowledge, ‘why it’s different,
And why not in one tree? in this life,’ I recalled the teachings
In ‘Old Testament’ not knowing what to be opted to enjoy life,
The ignorance that still exists in our mind, always questioning,
The meaning of life and knowledge, confusing men and women
Even now, to choose or choose not love and lust, as it falls on;
The life without knowledge and the knowledge without life,
Both in vain, if not co exists by itself, in one tree of our living span.

The two separate trees, as in Eden-Garden, the tree of knowledge,
Confused Adam & Eve, ‘eat or eat not the apple’, to quench their hunger,
Ignoring the negation of God, and listening to the Snake, the lust,
The natural temptation that keeps us alive, in the tree of life.
Am doubtful, the blessings of love and lust, mere emotions,
That we have, mistaking love as lust and lust, the love, unreal;
The love, as if, tuned and inspired by a feel of lust, that remains,
With us always, to fulfil only lust, even without the real feel of love.

But, we are bound to know how to love without a touch of libido,
And play the amatory frolics only as part of love, to enjoy
The mutual understanding & caring of both partners, together,
Transacting the message of real love, even in lust, to satisfy
The lover, catch and embrace, one with the other, equal sharing;
‘Lust, if real, may come from love and may end in love’,
Once I told him on our talk, on a never ending ecstasy of life,
Getting inspired and done on natural urge of love’, I recalled.

‘Oh dear, at last you came to sooth me, you criticized me,
On those good old days, irritating me much, but now,
I realized, you loved me; while others, my table mates,
Came to laugh at, with no meaning, praising my outbursts,
Am not repenting, as I too loved none of them, but laughed at,
All the phenomenal occurrences, so funny and careless;
See, no wife, no children, nor any one, to mourn, here with me’.

‘Is it same, the love and lust?’ questioning me, he smiled;
I nodded, as it serves one for the other, though distinct,
As lust is lust and love is love, that may agree or disagree,
For its sake, keeping together and apart in its own course,
Distinct and different in appearance, action and emotion.
Lust is visible, very expressive, on face and eyes with good clarity,
And high picture quality to see in each scene and every shot,
With full of emotion flushing and flowing out ward, so strong.

Lust can no way suppress, if flown out, and gets quenched,
Only after finishing its course, or on withdrawal of the self,
From the instincts that compel one to have lust, unsuppressed,
The more we feel, the more we need to throw ourselves in to it,
The hot fire of unending emotion, the imaginary excitement,
As if throwing more and more firewood into the blazing fire,
Trying to get it extinguished, in vain, as the inflammables,
Ends by itself, fulfilling the libido, ending the fire, after burned.

Returned from old thoughts, I caught hold my friend’s hand,
But he laughed, waving his hand to see me off and I walked out,
Keeping him alone, in the closed door, not knowing what to say.
For my surprise, I saw my colleague, running with medicines
Towards the near-by room, very much tired and weeping;
‘What happened?’ I followed her red eyes of shedding tears,
And saw her husband, lying with open eyes, but no movement,
With all his relatives around, thunder stuck, as she cried aloud.

I remembered her office-face, mostly talking against her husband,
Complaining his rough nature and hot tempers, scolding always.
And a smile, came to my face on those memories, I controlled;
Her outbursts, I heard between weeps and sobs, ‘see, I told you,
My husband scolded me and cursed me, with no reason sometimes,
But now, he is not talking, not scolding even, and I pray,
Let him talk, scolding or cursing at least a word, he loved us, I know;
Oh God, what happened? save him please’; loudly she wept.

‘Love, rather invisible than exposed’, I realized, flowing heart to heart,
Get in deep, from soul to soul, and remain attached with no chain
Of loss or profit of any sort, that may or may not attain any goal;
Real love, not at all variable, as it has no form or colour, to explain,
On any terms and conditions of ‘give and take’, the only climate,
It knows is the spring, never changing, always feel flowery within,
That will never end in any volcanic eruption or on any floods,
No lightning nor thunder and storm together affect it, anyway.

Love, if it is real, forms by itself as a dutiful in-take of responds,
Impulses of one’s own heart, with no hidden personal motives,
Either with himself or with his beloved, on any cause or cost,
Nor with any self interest, as it’s an unsigned and unwritten
Agreement, a signature on air, the crystal clear soul, exchanging,
Views and vision, already broadcast, reaching everywhere,
Having own wings, spreading all over the sky, an eye to eye feel,
The E-mail service between a lover and loved one, with no cable.

No lust overflows, in one way or other, in divine, platonic,
And selfless love, that doesn’t pre-occupy with the other,
On any emotional temptation of lust or material attainments;
Let the real love be expressed as parents and kids, friends,
Husband and wife, with no burden, movable or immovable,
To add or remove, from one shoulder to other; as part of life,
Flowing silently as a river, keep on giving, to the needy
To fill the other, not taking anything for the self, but for giving.

He or she fails to attain the bliss of love, if follows mere lust,
Forgetting the essence of true love, getting lost from both,
As lust, the very mortal, momentary and emotional physical action,
That will never sustain itself, in its true external behaviour
And stopped, automatic, immediately after the fire is put out;
But if we follow love, the real immortal love, to give and give away
All what we have to others, is like drinking the nectar, so sweet,
Opening all doors and windows of life, our heart, to enjoy love.

Her innocence, opening up in public, same complaints of scolding;
Correcting and cursing between family members, so natural,
Coming out of love, if exists, with or without lust, doesn’t matter;
Let love and lust be together, than sensing separately, I thought,
So hard, these two feelings, for us human beings, to think beyond,
Our nature, the mortal and immortal feel of love and lust, as it is.
Having lust without love, a mere emotional, senseless outlet;
But lust with love, hopeful union, and love without lust, is divine.

Let me love, love and love on, to make me lose myself, I wish,
Dedicating myself, for the benefit and happiness of others.
Covering her tears, she shook hands with me and I slowly walked
Down the stair-case to reach the main gate and got stuck with;
The sight of a lady, a known prostitute in city, coming so happily.
‘See, I met your friend in his death-bed and he has given me his ‘Will’,
The possession of his farm house, where we met first, so nice of him.’
‘Yes he is nice’, I nodded, ‘you deserve it, reward of lust with love’

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CP RAJASEKHARAN ( Brief Biography)Born on September 9th, in an Indian village, as the son of Purushothaman Nair & Parukutty Amma of Ernakulam district; and brought up by mother in an average living situation, as the father passed away at the age of two. Completed school education from the Govt. LP School, Nanthiattukunnam, Govt. High School, North Parur and SNV. Sanskrit High School. Then graduated from the Government Sanskrit College, and did the post graduation from the University College, Thiruvananthapuram of Kerala University. Later received an additional degree in Education from the Govt.Training College, Thrissur of Calicut University.Associated with the Gandhian ideology and the Sarvodaya Movement (peace &welfare for all) of Gandhi Peace Foundation of Gandhi Smaraka Nidhi, Nanthiattukunnam and was elected as the leader of the children's group of the Sarvodaya Movement, in the village at the age of 13; and started participating in social activities from the very early age of child hood. Elected as the school leader, while studying in the 10th class of SNV Sanskrit High School. Started working with student union and elected as the magazine editor, arts club secretary, general secretary and chairman of the college union continuously in the college election of Govt. Sanskrit College, Thiruvananthapuram, during 1967 - 72. It was an opportunity to have active participation in the literary and social platforms of the student community, attending student-teacher inter actions with the authorities and educational institutions throughout the college life. Also elected as the president of the Youth wing of Gandhi Peace Foundation of Gandhi Peace Foundation, Thiruvananthapuram while studying for post graduation, that gave space and time to work for the poor and needy at a young age itself.Started the career as a teacher in Kallai Ganapath High School and Mavoor Rayon's High School, teaching Sanskrit language and literature, and then joined in Kozhikode Sanskrit Vidya Peeth as a lecturer in Indian philosophy. Started speaking on philosophy, aesthetics, and other social subjects, as an orator, invited by the cultural & social organizations, all over the state. Joined All India Radio, in 1976, with a career in electronic media and worked for Radio & TV, in various capacities from the post of Program Announcer to the post of Director of Radio & TV, serving 35 years, covering almost all states of India, winning national and international reputation in scripting directing and producing Radio & TV programs.Studied English literature, philosophy, and psychology, in the mean time, by own effort. Received an additional Post graduate diploma in psychological counselling from the Kerala university to support the Radio & TV counselling programs. Received diploma in Radio Drama from Germany; trained in TV Direction and production from Pune Film Institute and attended Management Training from Bhubaneswar, India.Conducting child, adult and family counselling, for the last 15 years, apart from the official assignments, working extra time, to uplift the mental faculty of the young people. Practising motivation therapy and psychotherapy to bring back the weak-minded youngsters to the normal life, as a charitable free service, associating with hospitals, educational institutions and social organizations in the State. One mobile phone is fully dedicated for public service and made accessible to all who need free help or advice or counselling of any sort. The very needy and poor who need personal help are treated and served at home, with the whole hearted cooperation and assistance of wife and children. Isolated girls and boys are rescued and rehabilitated, after allowing short stay at home, giving confidence to create own living environment.Staged the first play, at the age of five and started acting as a child artist in famous plays presented by the professional theatres of the state. Started writing scripts for amateur children's theatre groups at the young age itself, associating with various theatre groups in schools, colleges and in the local arts-clubs and started publishing stories and poems in school-college magazines and local publications. The whole college life was spent experimenting with plays in the open theatre forums, along with the professional actors and theatre activists of the State, along with the literary and social activities, as a best student, an all-rounder. The Sanskrit education tempted to get closer with world classics and the college education in Trivandrum was an opportunity to have association with reputed professors and famous writers, who inspired reading books of great writers of the literary world ; it was from the college life, that the flavour of literature was noticed by the professors and was encouraged in that line.Joining with radio profession, compelled to write and do productions with innovative ideas that could capture the listeners' appreciation, as radio was the only entertaining media, then, reaching every home. The first full-fledged, perfect play, 'The Oblation' (Homam) was broadcast, receiving much appreciation and then followed the broadcast and publication of a lot of creative works. Writing poetry, lyrics, musical features, documentaries and plays, became a part of the job and then the creative writing was flourished by publishing articles, columns, poems, stories and plays in various newspapers from 1976 onwards. The first book, (Three Old Men) that was originally written as Radio Drama in 1982 for the broadcast as the best play in the Radio Drama Festival of Kerala and got published in 1986 as stage-play on the old-age agony, received the Literary Academy Award, the prestigious literary prize of the State, 'The Sahithya Academy Award'. Followed by this, received other awards and reputation, as a well-established dramatist and poet.Written around 300 lyrics, already broadcast from All India Radio Stations of Kerala & Madras, with the association of great film personalities, the prominent music directors such as Pukazhenthi, V. dakshina Moorthi, MK Arjunan, Thrissur P. Radhakrishnan, MG Radhakrishnan, KP Udayabhanu, kavalam Sreekumar, Perumbavoor G Raveendra Nadh, A Anantha Padmanabhan, PK Kesavan namboothiri etc and sung by Yesudas, KS. Chithra, P Jayachandran, Lathika, Arundhathi, Radha P Viswanadh etc. Produced cassettes of songs by the music producers like HMV of India, that KS Chithra had added to her album, the songs done by Pukazhenthi. in 1988-89.Written nearly 3000 articles, on various topics, re-acting to social problems appeared in the news papers, concerned of daily events that happened in India with own comments and opinion in each event or incident to stop anarchy, brutality and corruption in the state. Started writing columns from 1982 onwards for various news-papers, (3-4 articles in a week), apart from the major contribution of Plays, stories and poetry.Presently working as the Editor of a Malayalam News Paper, SUPRABHATHAM, publishing from Calicut. Also associated with MG University, Kerala University, Calicut University, Indira Gandhi National Open University and Malayalam University as the, External Examiner, member of the board of studies, visiting professor etc. and taking demonstration lectures in various universities of India.
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“Love and Lust is a beautiful blend of Biblical Mythology, Philosophy and Psychology woven around a condensed thought in the form of a neat story. Lust has been rightly compared with the temptation of Adam & Eve which made them act in absurdity to a point of going against the wishes of almighty, while love, our divine nature, is inherited by us as we are made in the image of god.” Lust might give a temporary excitement or happiness but it has a limitation of not being the quality of almighty while love establishes our divine connection with the great God.”


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