Mystery Spots

Every day, I'm sure it happens with you too, there are so many things people say to you, so many things those puppy faces do to you, out of jealousy, agony, anger or simply for innocuous reasons. If you start compiling them down or linger on to them for longer duration god knows how enormous can that pile be. Bronx cheers, shady remarks, taunting and twits, well there just too many ways to pull your legs and problem is people around you know you too well to use them when they feel like. Does that bothers me ?

Yeah pretty much. I would be lying if I say otherwise. But, I've made something clear to myself that all these people are nothing but road-blocks. They are just there, lying on my way where I intend to go. I guess they do a little good to me by keeping me on a leash. For an instant they do push me a little on edge but I make sure to drag myself up, or open up my parachute in time in case I make a wrong jump.

Thanks to those Mystery Spots in our brain where all this clutter is not only hived away but clandestinely buried and blocked so that fallout is almost negligible to naked eyes.

Each day brings its petty dust

Our soon-choked souls to fill, 

And we forget because we must,

And not because we will.

~Mathew Arnold

Does that bother me ?

all those nitwitted trumpery talks

those words when processed in my head

I let them walk, ambulate across my neural highways

keep riding, with speed bumps, across the alley all the way.

Does that annoy me a lot ?

all those wasted wish-wash talks

they do boil the fluid inside me, tempering me

those little nagging nick my skin so tough, though

in check, I always am, when reasons not swell enough.

How messed up I am ?

keep singing to me that song, if only

often coated with jaggary, those nuked taunts

aimed right at me, they do make a tangible depression

on the crest, of heart of mine, are in for stirring impressions.

What do I do ?

I keep my calm and go off of the tangent

dive into music and drift along the sound waves

of my song, pull a curve along my face projecting straight

no, it really doesn't bothers me, and I carry on with my life's parade.

My mind lets go of a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings

~ T B Aldrich

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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 ??