Books to Life

In one of those inspiring classes at school,

Delving into the antonyms,

Amongst the hundreds that I learnt;

One was the pair

Love and Hatred,

And I believed it was true.

Today while sitting all by myself,

Reflecting over the essence of relations

I just had a doubt,

How can hatred be the opposite of love?

Love is a pious bond,

That makes someone really special,

You trust him,

Pour your heart out to him,

Hold his hand and

Help him cross all boundaries

Until he reaches the sacred place - your heart

And touches your soul.

It is true that

There are dark times,

When that special someone

Does not like this new place.

The silken threads of your love

Are mistaken as shackles

Which are hammered many a times

As he strives to break away.

Knowingly or unknowingly,

He hurts you in this act.

Even if this happens and

You are hurt,

Your heart is bleeding,

Sustaining your love

Has no meaning.

Still

You know...
However hard you try
However far you go;

You can only stop loving him,

But can never start hating him.

I wonder,

It took me all these years to figure out,

How meanings change from books to life.