I try to not like/dislike someone for their achievements;
Admire one’s success but without being addicted to its sound
ensuring, that the admiration isn’t time-bound.
Because times change,
and thus will such admiration.
I would rather
want to know the nature of the catastrophe you endure
and try to figure out
if my own storms make peace with yours.
To see, if my thoughts and desire
are in harmony with your quagmire.
I would rather,
love to fall for the chaos in you
which, like the untainted morning dew,
is unbounded – an unadulterated hue,
only then, the liking would be guileless
And the admiration – timeless!