Love or Loathe

Should I love or loathe those who have a friend?(A friend who rejects and betrays till the end)

Should I sigh or scream about those who care and share,

But lose everything and still live free from the regret of despair?

Should I shout or sing about the one who lacks siblings,

Without the hassle and responsibility of another bloodsoul –

Tiring and wild?

Should I pity or aspire about the one who remains alone,

But never feels lonely?  

There are the skeptics, the believers, the sinners,

The ones who leave optimism’s side sooner rather than later

I tend to be cynical, the doubting Thomas of doomsayer

Friends are like white tissues –

They are used, forgotten and ‘made’ once again

They will forget you too,

to find another one again…

The amity between the two is so admirable

That my eyes hurt at even a glimpse of a pair,

A pair of people who care and love,

Watched by a lovelorn glare.

What about the ones who have not a soul to lay a shoulder on,

With not an ear to tell or a voice to listen to?  

I pity those who suffer such a poignant situation

filled with the misery of melancholia,

A forlorn hope belongs to this age and era of a desperate plea

Should I love or loathe those who have such a tender relationship that the moon winces at the silhouette of one?

Should I whisper or whistle about those whose hearts weep for attention,

But, in return, receive none?

Should I admire or desire the warmth of a connection with someone terribly goofy but yet beautifully brings the best state of happiness and peace to the company he shares?

Yes, indeed.

In the words of Linda Pastan, I am learning to abandon the world, long before it could abandon me in the wake of its sorrowful woe.

In reality, I ask myself about the crucible I’m living, about the existence of the will-o’-the-wisp.

Should I love or loathe those who seem to be envied by me?