I hate you
for invading my clandestine world
where I peacefully dwelt
I hate you
for awakening me
from my levithian sleep.
I hate you
for showing that I am special
which let my other senses exist.
I hate you
for teaching me to miss you
which breaks my heart into two.
Because I know...
I'll never be yours nor will you be mine
in this kaleidoscopic world with this
kamikaze love.
8th May 2008
Been there; felt that; couldn't put it as well as you have. Thank you!
Where there's a will...there's a way...no? Nicely written! Hugs, Dee
Its difficult for me to imagine this hate. I have not experienced it. Anyways good imignation and hope its not true but only fiction.
Because I know... I'll never be yours nor will you be mine in this kaleidoscopic world with this kamikaze love you are right nogh to say that, non has love in heart for other... sure its generlized and known... but when love is respects based... the feelings never loose their heartiest attachments...I believe for the love on global based and say..the the love based peace can make the global life safe and sound... or let me share with you one of my famous say with you regarding love/peace...(a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with...afzal shauq) .... yes you are right love has gone to the wind and there is no ties of love any more... but still there some ways which can be bridge up with humane ties... good poet, you deserve to be called best..10+++++++++
'I hate you for teaching me to miss you' wonderfull! ! impressive! ! ++10
This is an emotionally strong poem examining the double-edged sword that love can be. Impressive.
I THINK SHARMA'S CLOSER TO THE TRUTH. I THINK WITH DUE RESPECT THAT SHINA'S WRONG.BUT, YOU AS WELLAS ME, WE REPEAT OURSELVES, LOVE AGAIN! CHRIS.I KNOW.LOVE IS IMPORTANT.EVEN WHEN IT BREAKS YOUR HEART APART.
Awesome poem and very well composed. Your hate is the love gone full circle when one loses the sense of otherness and the two become ONE. Even the thought of otherness is intolerable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Full of the passion of its genesis.