People for so long have sought to figure out love. I have seen it all over the internet - what is love? But, what is hate? What is this distanced term that my mind is compelled to use, in lieu of anything else in my vocabulary even though every atom in my body is telling me that's not it?
What are we if not detached by hate? What is this strong emotion that makes me repulse at your name but still wishing to know how you are? I can't say I dislike you and I can't say I don't. Everything is marred, a certain hopelessness with acceptable absence of wishfulness.
Sometimes I wonder if it's not you, but my relation with myself and this image of yours my brain seeks to paint.
What if I hate you because I don't want to have you?
(c) Ishita Singh 2021
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Poetically
RomansaA place where paintings are drawn through words. But the colours are smeared by the rain of emotions. Where proses are made poetic. Cover image: Google Images
