Written by Nandini Sethi
I loathe vulnerability,
Expectations,
Expressions,
And everything that ensues.
I loathe preachiness,
Empty promises,
Convincing lies,
And everything that ensues.
The world runs on hope,
Like fuel to a fire,
But no one knows where it comes from,
And no one knows where it goes.
I loathe forgetfulness,
Ignorance,
Happy endings,
And everything that ensues.
Then why do I,
Pray every day,
To find ignorance in my compulsions,
Happiness in my endings?
Why do I preach, and why do I forget?
Then why do I,
Loathe hypocrites,
When I can’t help,
Weave intricate webs of lies?
