You cannot hate someone, who is no more.
You cannot blame the sea that does not wet your shore.
You cannot dislike a school bully who turns out a good lad.
You cannot detest a bad husband who becomes a good dad.
And when the phase has passed and only memories are left behind.
You do not remember the ruthless,only the very kind.
You do not remember the bruises but only the pleasant smile.
You remember all the compliments, none of the shameless guile.
Your visions are full of the past
When you laughed and played a while.
When their presence had a charm
That was seen from across a mile.
And then you think of the reason.
Of their absence over the years.
Of why you shut them out?
Why were you no longer peers?
What is it that I actually hated?
That made me cringe in pain?
That made me decide,over all the good times,
That I'll never see him again.
If a man lives in phases,
then, do you really hate the man?
Or do you abhor the time
when he is not being what he can?
Or what he should be, in your eyes,
Ignoring the truth and living in lies.
When I think again if I knew
the real reason why I hated you
That is when it comes to me
In hating you, I hated me.
