the fool moon sometimes..
cries looking for you..
coz!sometimes you are lost in me..

you are borne again
from the heart of me..
and as a sign of my love
you give birth to a poem
———————————–suhel—

PSYCHO……………

I just kicked the chair

“why it will come on my way-stupid”

My legs got hurt

Few drops of blood coming out opf the thumb

I saw the blood, let me taste the blood

“it is salty. my own blood”

Some stomach pain,

For the smoke of cigarette left in my stomach

Last nights some cheap whisky

Still taking over my mad brain.

I see my face on the mirror.,

A less similar face everyday than my face,

Dark circles of eyes for many unsleepy nights,

Failed attempts to make a call to you,

Or never replied messages,

And suffocation of my heart,

I live in a small room with all these,

I never open the window,

I want to breath the old air always

I want to live with my old memories

Sometimes I talk with stray dogs,

Sometimes I tell my love story to beggars.

Most of the times I just seat,

I forget the count but again recount,

I want to remember the poor stars..

I walk on the roads…

Every face smiles on me…

I cry sometimes loud..

And sometimes weep like the mists

Nothing can bring me sleep…

Nothing can make me feel peace…

Nothing can make me forget you…

Love pinches like heart like a pin…

And memories becomes a hammer…

Can never convince my heart…

Can never leave the tears..

Tears. tears became my true companion..

Tears never smiles on my luck..

It never leaves me alone…

But I am afraid to love anything anymore..

Just wanna leave this breath..

And wanna fly on the sky..

Here I am..a so-called psycho

But I know…

Just I’m still expecting love…

I’m still the same.

I’m still mad for you

NB: SMOKING CIGARRETE AND DRINKING WINE IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH,THE RELATIVE TERM USED HERE ARE JUST FOR THE RELEVANCE OF THE POETRY