Aftermath

Now that you are gone I've started hating winters. The dry cold breeze on my moist skin sadistically drags me to the times when these wintry blows used to be the sweet cause of soothing shiver on my Love kissed lips.

Now that you are gone I've started hating nights, and also her stars for making me visit again and again those stargazed nights spent with you. Once so dear, now stars are only cruel luminous dots for me.

Now that you are gone I've started hating rains. As they ruthlessly flashback us under an undersized umbrella, walking without a width betwixt, and then drenching, and then splashing like kids. Prickly pours now!

Now that you are gone I've started hating romances. For their amorous actions, once a good ignition to our relaxing elements, now only give way to tears, and tears, and a deep heartache.

Now that you are gone I've started hating ice-creams. For after one bite I habitually get to you, just to find a void, just to be informed that they are now too 'cold' to have alone. They are no longer sensual in texture and taste, and there are no more love possibilities.

Now that you are gone, I've started hating love-songs. For their lyrics have grown harsh enough to rend my heart. Once so relatable, now just a rapid reminder of your absence. That's all.

Now that you are gone, I don't love my porch swing anymore. For it has turned stone-hearted, ever steering back my memories to the full swing, full of us, my head resting on your lap and your hands rolling in my hair, and a heart-content laugh to complete.

Now that you are gone I've started hating the sunrises and the sunsets, and the walk along the shore; and trips and tours, even my biological clock I hate.

Now that you are gone I've started hating everything. Everything that we used to do together, everything that instills you within, everything that you were a part of. And that is why I hate myself more. Because I'm the place where you are profusely. And profoundly.
But the irony is when i loathe everything and everyone then why you are alone there in my love-list. Will you do me favour? Just for the last time. Please. Teach me how to unlove you, how to hate you. Just like you do.