Her Hatred for Me

In a world where people

use short words and small texts

to express their love,

I remain a fool,

writing books of love and life

to the absence of her.

She has reached places within me

where even I had no clue existed.

Whenever I see her,

the world pauses for a moment.

I always search for reasons to stay,

for every road in my life

leads only to her.

By day,

I am stalked by her thoughts.

By night,

I am haunted by her memories.

She walks through my sleep

and finds her way

into my dreams.

So it no longer matters,

day or night,

awake or asleep,

restless or exhausted,

she always remains.

She thought I wore a mask,

never realizing

that with her, I had already taken it off.

She thought I was pretending,

yet with her, I was always real.

I am in love with the only thing

that can truly destroy me,

and it does.

Hatred for her in my heart

would make it stop beating.

Yet hatred for me in hers

flows like a river,

without end.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind