Hating Love
By Kumar Gautam
Ludicrous it may sound now,
but it was me who wanted to live and die with you.
Today the reality is different.
It’s time to accept;
I failed as a lover,
we failed as lovers.
Love rarely dies a natural death,
what is left with us is residual love.
The love we had for each other has zombified
and we are keeping a blind eye to it.
Our lives are going nowhere.
We are not we,
our feelings have died open-eyed.
It’s hard to believe that once upon a time
we loved each other.
May be our foundations were weak
built on momentary emotions and attachments.
Let’s help each other.
Let’s not hold ourselves back from growing.
Before our love becomes diseased
stinky
toxic
abusive
mutates to become cancerous
and eats us out.
Let’s cleanse ourselves
and adieu goodbye.
Else we will live in lingering pain
keep on shaming love
cursing love
hating love
become villains of love
even though love gave us few best moments in life
and it is love that can excavate the pain from us.
