My Madness. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

In this world,
Everyone seems to suffer from
Some kind of madness.
Known or unknown.

I suffer too.
Although it took me
Several years to realize that.

I always think of
A better place, or
Some better work that I should be doing.
But the pain in which
I find solace...

Always tell me of some
Conversations
That I should have done.

I should be able to quit smoking
By my age....I tell myself
But my madness
Likes it that way.

I try to imagine a painful love
That I should not be after,
But still think of all the
Pros and cons regarding it.

I like it that way....
I tell myself,
As I still look at women
And think everything is okay
With me.

Maybe it is.