To,
Dear Hate
- With Love
It seems I am there only to entertain hate. Living on the fringe of a life which never accepted me. The people around me pass like a crowd of strangers. The more I go near one, the more hatred I garner. It is better off that I am alone. Like a cactus, I live my life; existing on the periphery of any company, outcast by many, hated by some, appreciated by few, and yet wanted by none. I have tried hard to fit in, but each time I end in utter failure. People want those who are famous, who have ‘recently’ achieved fame. They crowd around such people until another achieves some other fame. Thus these mindless crowds move from one ‘achiever’ to another. These so called ‘achievers’ enjoy the limelight only till some other usurp their place. How long have I tried to please these mindless crowds! To feel ‘wanted’ is all I craved, even if for however short the moment, yet such quests have always proved futile.
I am now at peace, for I have finally found someone who understands me, who wants me, who does not care about any achievements of mine, who does not care whether I am famous or just another face in the crowd. That someone is you, my writing. You understand me, for you are my deepest thoughts and wounds. You want me, for you are a part of me, a part of my very existence.
Dear Hate
- With Love
It seems I am there only to entertain hate. Living on the fringe of a life which never accepted me. The people around me pass like a crowd of strangers. The more I go near one, the more hatred I garner. It is better off that I am alone. Like a cactus, I live my life; existing on the periphery of any company, outcast by many, hated by some, appreciated by few, and yet wanted by none. I have tried hard to fit in, but each time I end in utter failure. People want those who are famous, who have ‘recently’ achieved fame. They crowd around such people until another achieves some other fame. Thus these mindless crowds move from one ‘achiever’ to another. These so called ‘achievers’ enjoy the limelight only till some other usurp their place. How long have I tried to please these mindless crowds! To feel ‘wanted’ is all I craved, even if for however short the moment, yet such quests have always proved futile.
I am now at peace, for I have finally found someone who understands me, who wants me, who does not care about any achievements of mine, who does not care whether I am famous or just another face in the crowd. That someone is you, my writing. You understand me, for you are my deepest thoughts and wounds. You want me, for you are a part of me, a part of my very existence.