HATE AND LOVE

Hate is easy to define
(not love)-
it’s the message
of molten steel
tight fist
wicked look
red-hot eyes
it yells
and rages
it kicks
it wants
to shake
the building down
it wants to tear
your heart to pieces

in the public square
it makes itself
felt and seen
with obscene utterances
it holds
a poison vial
it condemns
and your name
is forever smeared

but love
(the most- used word
and most profaned)
comes
in so many colours
shapes and sizes
kaleidoscopic
chameleon-like
it stays
(none knows  for how long)
for some reason
it goes away
(what in love is fair?)
it forgets
more
than it remembers
it forgets to remember
it remembers to forget
(should love be embraced or avoided?)

what does the heart say
what words does it choose?
does it know what it says
and why does such it say?
what will it say
tomorrow?

passion and kisses
moonlight songs
sweet embraces
under the palm tree
the wine is strong
life is paradise
nothing is amiss
love is bliss
(love is forever!)


moonless and murky night
the nightingale sings
no more
wine has gone dry
the night is tedious and long
two dismal worn-out faces
their eyes hardly meet
the hour is never so tardy
  (she is with me
but her heart is elsewhere
not a word she does say
I know she will go away)

she pretends
to attend to her hair
but looking
in another direction

I could sense it all
she picks up her bag
quick-footed
she disappears
into the night
she does not even bother
to say goodbye
(my instinct turns out
just right)

hate and love
only two words
on which side
are you?