Mountain Souvenirs- A collection of Emotions

Hating Love

I hate love today. Yesterday a bird came, died on my windowpane, her wings were restless maybe like her heart that had beaten erratically till then...

With sweat beads in the corner of her eyes 

She croaked her voice thrice.

I couldn't fathom her language you see 

It was horrifying, helpless, heart-wrenchingly beautiful 

I realized that I empathized

She died for her freedom and I died while I craved

I was a dying soul with a lover so mourn; in the sojourn of life...

I am restless with no residence

 No knocks on my door, only dying birds on my windowpane

 There were only croaks of fleeting life no whistles of love or calling bell

 If killing was a crime then why freedom dies in silence?

I realized I hate love today.