I Am A Crazy Lover Poem by Fahad T Hamza

I am a hysteric, crazy lover
Who bears smoking odour of oud

What should I put down for you
Except love poems
For even my glumly blood
Is trembling in the valley of despair and

I am being verbose, indeed
About the passionateness of those souls
Who abandoned their love smitten body flanks

Remnants of thick mildewed rotten love,
Those have been transformed Into letters
My pen has much sharpness than ever
Than a barbers blade

Copulating and mating with the dead love
Which is already buried in the graveyard of past

Those days
We had drawn one sky and two stars
Today
I encompass the emptiness
In purblind, dim illuminations

My endearment, my love
It is darkish and death-dealing
Fire illicit and infeasible of reincarnation

I assume that it could be the cause
That you refused my love and sought weald palaces

For now, I can't receive your love
Embracing the dead love of yours
Even if you return to me from past seasons

I will walk away from you
With a wry, sore smile
Even if river of repentance
Flows out of you

Nevertheless, my girl

In the ages of solitude…
In the depth of senseless thoughts…
In the orgasms of my pencils…
Where I consume grief and despair…

Till I embrace my angel of death
My heart, throbbing and decaying
Wriggling in pain, pure pain of heart
Which is sewed after thousands of wounds

I will carve on your places
With all the red blood drips
Which streams out of floods
In red within green veins

"I love my ability to love.
Deeply and unconditionally"

fahad
08/10/18