I Don't Want To Love You Often

I don't love you often. I don't want to love you often. If I don't hate you often, I can't love you often. Hatred is the wind that takes me to your fragrance. hatred is the current that drives me to your elegance. I am drunk insane; always, as it is. I oscillate between- hating you and loving you forgetting you and remembering you pushing you far and pulling you close loathing you bitter and kissing you sweet. I am insane. Insanely insane, wildly insane, irreversibly insane. I love spice more than sweet. I love your hungry teeth more than your soft kiss. Tell me- why cloud exists? Why not just colours of rainbow? Because, it's cloud that glorifies rainbow. It's my hatred that glorifies my love. I would hate you often, make love to you often I would fight you often, I would kiss you often. O my love, it's time to hate you and drive you far away; and then cry for you and seek you all my life. © Arun Maji Painting by Hemen Mazumder