Hate is easy, what about love?

I learnt how to hate before I ever learnt to love,

Once I learnt to hate, I did not need any love,

Hate is easy, it makes you so special, so perfect,

It is love that makes you doubt and wish for a change

It is love that makes you see all your faults, and hide your face,

It is love that makes you wish for more,

More subtlety, more calmness, more empathy, more depth.

More kindness, more keenness, more stealth.

More quiet, more composure and more life to live

Love makes you yearn and yearn and yearn.

And deep down somewhere there is this ego of ours,

That seeps into our dreams, our thoughts and more,

That makes us want to be larger than life itself,

That fears, that is scared and that yearns for control,

That is restless, that desires unreasonable and that beguiles our soul,

That just wants and wants never gives never loses,

That feels like best is the only post that exists for the self,

That prods us to be unforgiving, uncaring, un-kind

That gives us a tool, a tool for dearth.

Hate is easy, you become perfect in a flash,

Hate is really easy, you don't even have to see too far,

You have seen it all and you need not care,

Hate drives you with such adroit hand,

You need not worry when you hate,

All you need is to condemn,

All you need is to complain,

All you need is to curse,

And then you are perfect,

At-least in your own eyes.

Why would you care what faults others see in you?

You can easily hate all the critics away.

You can easily hate all your friends and foes away,

You can easily hate all the love away,

You can easily hate all the life away,

And when it is all gone, all sucked away,

You can easily hate, hate, and hate

Lifeless, soulless, listless.

What about love, Love is difficult you know.

But love is Life, love is truth and love is our only hope.