CONTRADICTION

I sat and hallucinated on an afternoon,
daydreaming and fantasizing

Should I love the things i love,
or to love the things I hate.

Hate becomes reality love is an illusion,
but loving the hatred ushers more love.

Life is a horror or an ecstasy,
when its so weak defined by time .

A moment is surreal but true,
yet it changes like weather,
the weather that changes, but moments remain same .

Should I control the desires,
fuel to imagination and happiness,
or rather live a life of hermit,
renounced and renunciated,
trying to ride two horses against the wind.\

One requires confidence and humility,
Paradoxically overcoming each other .

Should i be bound and tethered to my life,
sake of gazing eyes always judging me,
when even life is so mysterious ,
that can be wild and free.

Or is there a God should I rely upon,
Alas , am an atheist if i believe on myself.

They cry freedom and equality,
which writhe out to differ.
as one is to societal curse to an individualist bane.

Naive, innocent yet true , Love and Hate ,
How beautiful and sublimely different ,
yet hate fuels love.

War against revolution and tradition,
when revolution transcends into traditions.

War of mind and heart,
from dirt to deity,
jovial to foolish grovelling,
A war between EGO & self respect.
Nothing is itself contradictory.