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ANXIETY..,

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Foolish panaroid

Of a bright future.

Isee what is only

Deterimental to myself

Detached

Forgotten

Yearning to be loved.

Asking to be held.

Apprehensive and clouded in my own

Space.

Clouded by my own preception

Of the desolation of this world.

Why..?

How could i possibly feel any less than what

I have already become ?

Confused

Shameful

Terrorized

And Angry…

All is well

I am loved.

I don’t understand

Why then what when

ANXIETY falls in me…?

 

AN UNKNOWN BRID-GE

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She sat by my side today

flicking her red lips

trying to speak something

low and slow ,

extending the brid-ge we had made.

May be mistake was mine

or

My ego backed me off , don’t know & can neither explain .

I waited long to listen her

But

she too made a long pause…..!

That situation was wired

And

I just pulled up the time

Licking some chocolate off my plate

with a cup of espresso…at-least making a pair of these two.

There was a-lot to talk

But something stopped me.

I was to tell her

How pretty she was looking

That her nose had became more pointed

That her eyes

have flown out more bright in red sunlight

That

She still is the most prettiest of all…

But ,

The words

Remained unspoken

&

The emotions

Remained unflown …

Don’t know

Why how when

We created this

Unknown brid-ge

Between us..!

 

 

SHOULD I LOVE OR SHOULD I HATE…?

Screenshot_2015-12-02-10-05-57_1449031003077How ironical is it; we start hating the person whom we have loved somewhere in past. does anything changes in that very person or just like that a feeling of envoy arises for that chap. love and hatred are the two sides of same coin, two sides of the same person;it took me long to realize this. when we love someone , we love something about her/him ; may it be personality traits ,melodious voice ,eyes to die for or something it may be,but it is always something not everything ,we just love a part of them;likewise when we hate them we hate a part of them. so is it our perception that changes about them or they really change in some way…..?

– ξkshayavata