My hateful love for life

I hate this life so deeply,

Almost as deeply as i love it

Hasting through the path of life

I slowed down, just to see

Those shattered dreams

lying unfulfilled in the shackles

yearning to come alive some day.

Those scared faces,

Counting every tick of the clock in His hope,

Waiting to be liberated from atrocities of life

Intricately designed with care by their fellow mates

Those beseeching eyes,
drowned in the ocean of tears,

All lined up at the shore,

And waves asking for shelter in me.

I hate this life so deeply,

Almost as deeply I love it

Filled with momentary emotions and love,

I thought if I could help

Only to realize, I was no stronger than them

Acutely handicapped by the strings of materialistic society,

Entrapped deeply in those luxuries,

That are now closer to me than my creator Himself

Those games of names and fames played with my half burnt soul

Those trumpets of good and bad that blown with pride

Those words of kindness and benevolence written only to be imprinted on that paper

Are all too good to be left

For those shattered dreams, that are not mine

For those scared faces, whom I call strangers

For those beseeching eyes, which are more than I can care for.

A heavy chain of guilt and remorse

Is forged around my soul

Which says, thrusting it upon the human nature

Ways of society and life, on human mortality

Would still render me helpless, shamfaced

For deep within my heart I know

With myself I drag it always

Unseen, unintended, undesired and unknown!