Do Not Be Angry

"Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards." ~Vladimir Nabokovar

I've been sampling 
this for days
on and off 
going on a stroll 
coursing the beach 
gingerly looking out
minding like the dickens 
every word and speech.

Tenacious efforts 
you put every time
you're bloody obdurate
so am I
don't try, hurts us both
block it off
before one of us chokes.
Oh, redundancy it creates
drooping me, day by day 
these games of charades. 

Antipathy maturing 
inside your head 
drop it dead
my friend
I' m what I am 
how can that change ?
Both of us 
naive to mutate
let's go on a walk together 
we'll tune our ways
in a way
that doesn't bother.

Is It Easy to Hate ?

There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder ~George Eliot

There's no law in this whole universe that inculpates anyone for hatred or coldness at heart. Hate, word in itself is so repulsive. Is it ??

It's there in the very fabric of our functioning. We can hate almost everything, we hate people, we hate rules, routines, schedules, authority....

some type of people, style of clothing, way of walking, tone of talking....

peachy behavior, mean relatives, stalking eyes, stingy sarcasm, poky neighbors, outwitting friends...  Sometimes ourselves...

All we need is a teeny-weeny reason to not to like and then sempiternal bragging and crooning is all we seek..

I am not talking about the intense, grudge-type hate but small and unworthy ones. Is it easy to hate than to love and forgive. Its so disgusting to have to befriend someone who have insulted you back in the time...... exasperation is at its height when you set to fake that perky, endearing gestures just to make sure that your alleged decorum is upheld.. When hating seems so alluring.. forgiveness and friendliness are tough choices to make.

Hatred observes with more care than love does

Colossal Chagrins and errs

inflicted pain, intentional blunders

those hefty hours of aspersions

rounds of fake flattery

stingy scuttlebutts

Relive all

the moments, the feelings

as our eyes connect

those memoirs

forthwith, more intact..

People say, love connects.. it mints relations. It spreads... its viral.  It conquers all and its powerful and divine, so does hate too. I've seen people bonding over common hatred. Making friends for common enemy. Chehov says- Nothing better forges a bond of love, friendship or respect than common hatred toward something.

The People's violent Love and Hate;
One in extremes loved and abhorred.
Riddles lie here; or in a word,
Here lies Blood; and let it lie
Speechless still, and never cry..

~ John Cleveland

Polarity of love and hate: 

Extreme opposites... yet very alike sometimes. Freudian theory suggests that in human relationships hate is frequently a forerunner of love, but also that in many circumstances hate changes into love and love into hate. 

Why Hate ??

Can there be any answers...can  the lust of hate ever be quelled ? Is it the crumbling walls of courage and strength or the qualms of loosing liberty and penetralias of your heart ? 

We hate what imperils our income, our popularity, our amour propre and our dreams and inspirations and our plans for ourselves ??

If we can isolate and nail this element of "what we hate" and "why" will we be able to cease from hating ??

Socially Bound...to..... My Mental Unbound

the intense rage i feel, whn u r around
cannot express it
coz i m
socially bound

spit it out, wanna go insane
cannot say it
coz i m
physically sane

ohh wat a dirt u r , highly contagious
cannot prove it
coz it'll be
fundamentally outrageous

too sticky u r, an ultimate blockhead
cannot avoid u
coz it'll
legally look bad

highly inert u r, massively dumb
cannot declare it
coz u r
simply scum

so much irritating u are, badly awful
cannot disclose it
coz i m
really lil bashful

so confused and gaga u r, literally a birdbrain
cannot claim it
coz i m
actually humane

the anger inside me, one day u will hear its sound
and then u will found
coz i will do
my mental unbound

i dnt knw hw u gonna end
u will remain same
gonna change, or end up
as dry sand