Hatred is a word I am used to use very often,
but is it really hatred that I have?
Is a question,
the answer to which I got sooner than I thought.
Hatred is a double-edged sword,
harms both parties involved,
and is burden to who carries it.
I have one such person
who is supposed to mean the whole world to me,
but I hate him—
or so I thought,
until I realised it's not him who I hate,
but the qualities in him
which are a reflection of mine that I hate.
The qualities that are banished
in some corner of my heart,
’cause I never want to possess them—
but still do.
They are like rotten wood
which cannot be cut
unless they are uprooted.
Point is: when we say we hate,
it's not opposite of love,
’cause you see,
the opposite of love is ignorance.
Hatred is born
when the qualities you hate in yourself
are seen in others.
Either you already possess them
or are afraid of possessing them,
and that's why you hate—
or else you would ignore,
’cause our mind can store limited data.
So don’t try to untangle
all those banished thoughts at once.
Find the opening
and slowly untie.
Then you will see
all that is left
is indifference towards the hated one,
and less burden on heart.
Loving is hard,
indifference is harder,
and hating is hardest—
’cause we carry
the burden of hatred