Love and Hate

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima

They say love and hate are two sides of the same coin,

I couldn’t disagree more; they are fire and ice, the complete opposite sign.

One forged from the depths of the heart with care and joy,

While the other boils with unbridled rage, aimed to tear down and destroy.

Though people proclaim, ‘hate is merely twisted love’, I beg to differ,

For both are born from the flames of passion, but differently do the fires flicker;

One burns, bright and divine like the stars; worlds above

While the other burns like a maelstrom of sparks, burning the flying dove.

One brings life to the land, far and wide;

The other beckons death and tragedy in the wake of its raging tide.

A man may live to regret an act of hate in his life,

But never will a time come where he comes to mourn a labour of love, while alive.

Such is an act of love, an extended hand, 

Doting on a child, a hand held in grace, forever is the act embossed in all the land.

Love is but our second nature, it is hate that is taught and passed,

As it flows, radicalizing the youth and festering the anger classed.

Wars are fought and foddered on hatred, that much is set in stone,

For no soul is killed in the name of adoration; torn to skin and bone.

A love lost, is mired in sweet and fond,

But a hate fought, is wrought in bitterness and pain, yet unbreakable are both bonds.

One is reminisced, tender and warm.

While the other is remembered in terror, ire growing, wrath forms.

To reiterate a point, already said before, though we say love and hate are one and the same,

One is a mellow kitten while the other a ferocious tiger to tame.

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima