Humans have strange loves
like lukewarm coffee in the middle of winter
or paper cuts on an unsuspected finger.

They sob for days about loveless affairs
while drowning the pain with champagne
and melting the sorrow in stale bath water.

Eternally in love with fields of blooming flowers
and obsessed with deranged ideas of love and power.
Careful to soak each lost battle in red wine
along with their heavy pasts.

Humans **** each other with chaos
while pretending to be lovers
but that is our nature.

To be who you wish and love strange things
To have the right to love another being
no matter what race or gender
To be mean or tender
To be human

Essence and colors of twilight
ceased my heart,
yet, still I have looped
on your thinking, my darling

Snowflakes have covered the trees
underneath cold wind blows from north
my spirit become low,
what a teach of the nature!

Darkest horizon what it has meant,
that threats my nights and days-
stars have blended, apart from hopes
clouds are whirling on drifted edge,

Dreams have broken,
run with autumnal cloud
I can rather want to you,
my darling

As alluring attention that dies,
with illusion and hallucination

The last, ever and forever,
my confession

I will die with a claim
of romantic torment,
‘O' darling and you will face,
the rude reality at the end -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen