Schizophrenic Love By Aejaz Mehboobi

Man must make run the ‘errands’
To get rid off the noise that invades
Shocking nights and knocking brains
A gentle caress with feeble hands
Is like schizophrenic! O’Lord beside me
the heart that weep like rains
Out of Eden, all that shines, fades
World, an Imposter? like the ‘mirage’
that masquerades
I almost wish i could live but for ever
In this world of chains
For me it’s more than Shangri-la
Virgins and servants and fountains that contains
Atleast i could feel YOU or shed
a tear of pains.
O’ Lord, tell me that you love me
whisper, that we both are twains.
Set me forward like a weather vane
To pass beyond the waves full of
aches and pains.