“Hate Letter”
My love,
Did I not ask you
not to expose our love
in front of the world…
before march leads us to the doom
or doom comes to the door…
As world gets not yet
what it means to be one.
See, how young our love is,
and how old are
their instruments
to fathom adolescence…
How fight gets ensued
among them
to mark easy opponents.
Like a bird on the tree
far away from her nest,
among unsaid wishes,
unsung prayers…
We yearn to meet,
in fields beyond
the peeks and upheavals.
How come our ballad
may stand a chance,
against the fixed
scales of passion,
customs of love,
the settled paths of
rhymes and motion.
Look how world
is judging us now
for the letters unwritten,
symphony concealed;
an intent revealed
of the deeds yet undone.
Don’t you see they’re blind
who come to find one,
yet end up finding us.
They don’t distinguish yet
we’re not different
from each other.
How can they imagine…
distancing,
a sun from its radiance,
a moon from reflection,
a night from the silence,
and me from your essence.
Tell me what should I do
of these pebbles, and
scratches on the floor,
where we decided
once to place
the flowers of dust.
What to care of this world,
you tell me…?
who call
what they want to see,
a “Painting”…
And “poetry”
only to what
they want to hear.
Let us march
to that end of the world
where no one’s around
to judge our union.
No one’s there to make a complain,
or to hear us yelling in passion.
P.S.
I apologize not for who I’m,
that is nothing but your lover.
But for my efforts,
when they fall short
to provide you a place – better.
Look, how I just failed to write
even a proper hate letter.
– Dedicated to the lovers and haters, as both are bound to their own love… 😉
Photo credits: Hate Letter by Anvh (deviantart.com)
Serenades of a dreamer... 
How can they imagine… distancing, a sun from its radiance, a moon from reflection, a night from the silence,
and me from your essence. Brilliant!!!
Touching.
This is absolutely brilliant. Such a clever way to contrast words that formed an intelligent poem.
But im not surprised – it was you who wrote it.
Each word of it.. magical, and moving.
“How fight gets ensued
among them
to mark easy opponents.”
Pebbles. Scratches. Khudaya rahm kon bar man, Pareeshan waar megardam!
Hate letters.. Such cherish-able things.
What a beautiful hate letter…Hate that urges us to Love ! Beautiful Ali….So beautiful….. It was sad…I could feel the magical pain hidden inside but its beauty blindfolded me !! LOVE it. You know in my opinion you are one of the world’s best poet and I am not bragging about it. I hope you are up again with the same energy. Hope to see you around now.