A further note on love.

I had an opportunity yesterday to read one of the most poignant poem by Wordsworth that I have pasted down.


But there's a tree, of many, one,

A single field which I have look'd upon,

Both of them speak of something that is gone:

The pansy at my feet

Doth the same tale repeat:
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Whither is fled the visionary gleam?

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?.


The portion is from the poem 'ode on intimations of Immortality'.It touched me greatly ,this little sadness in the human spirit.After yesterday's thoughts on love too, I was a little lost on this human emotion, that is prdominant in relationship building.Why are we wanting to be so loved?What is that we lack.Today I took a friend and family to a shop for bying a furniture piece they wanted.The friend's husband was simply allowing the deal to be gone through.I was handling the deal well and as I thought it to better involve him too ,I asked him also to participate.With confidence I was handling the bargain .Why then I want to be loved?Is it because that human emotion is something that is so different from the other emotions like confidence etc??

It would not have bothered me much if the family did not buy that furniture or thought it worthless and walked of.Then why is it that, when a certain person does not respond in a certain manner I think that Iam not loved by that person?Here I use the 'I' as a means of discussing ,this aspect of human emotion called love.Are we preordained so much to receive and treasure love as succour like food?For a poor person does love matter?

I have not so far thought of that.No one had told me also.I think if one is hungry then food is the first need.Then comes the need for love.So does it mean that all the rest like recognition, worthiness and poise etc comes later.So food first and then love.Then what can I say about that man who was searching for love as fun in net?Where is his priority?I think even here the gratifaction is for his identity as a man.Some where he must be thinking that it gives him identity as a man when he is accepted even virtually.I think he must have been hurt yesterday.

So the conclusion is reached by me that no matter how indifferent we may act,even then we want to be loved.At home, at office even in the virtual space.