After an era full of void
filled with anagapesis and devoid
I ponder over Hate
look through the mirror of hatred
I am scared of hatred
They tell they love me,
But I see their insidious obssession
justifying harming me.
Hate hails from a vague state of hypophrenia
Hate comes from egomania,
devoid of reasons,
brings appaling seasons.
Blackened yet popular
But why am I talking about hate when all my poetry comes from love
My pen today might be trying eluding long lived definition of absence of love
to call it hatred
Defying words contradicting the whole proposal of human existence.
I tremble to write.
Hate sustains in a empty shell
full of dark vulnerability well
where once light thrived
where love once lived,
but misunderstood
Misunderstood love is hatred.
Hatred is heinous
Hatred is poisonous
An ungenerous poison awaiting to be sold,
price of pouring 'it' beyond the vessel could hold
Irony ,alarming lovestories to be retold
They chose me at love
left me at hatred. (I hate it)
I don't hate
I hate who hate
Thus I hate
who wear hate as an armor to insecurities
week excuse of veiling impurties
I hate hatred
it doesn't settle in my chest.
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BEHIND THE TEXS
PoetryAn anthology of all the poems I wrote for the the boy whose silent treatment made me a writer.This book is a collection of all the texts I died to send but couldn't, or unsent if sent hence the name BEHIND THE TEXTS.
