Cupid - Where are you?
Did you vanish in the blue?
Did you forget your bow?
Cause my heart is too low.

The sleepless nights
The empty sights
All Those come
But the leave me dumb.

Why is that I fall in love,
But they do not,
Why do your arrows curve
When my love has made knot.

Is it that all hate me,
Or just try to break me,
For all I can see
Is nothing in this endless sea

Find me at least one
Someone as bright as the sun,
Someone that would understand
The weight in my hand

I fall back to zero
when I try to be your hero
A wasteful approach
Falling back on my watch.

I tried my best,
Till the end of the crest,
Yet the progress,
Was nothing to raise.

Talking to you all night
Once restored my pride.
Now I am holding myself tight,
As now I am nothing but a stringless kite

Now I am the fallen knight
yet I knew I was right
The sleepless glare
Show that I still care

Slowing down is my only choice,
As all feels nothing but noise.
I just need one chance,
Or at least a glance
So I ask you to come back
Cause I see all black

How do I stop loving?
How can I stop caring?
I love you too much ---
More than you could ever touch.

I am a wounded soldier,
Wounded with your love.
But I don’t have anyone’s shoulder ---
Is this what love does?

The thought of you makes me cry,
And I weep till my eyes are dry,
Now I seek your refuge,
And defeat I refuse.

All my friends tell me to stop
They say my love must drop
But here I stand,
With obsession I can’t withstand.

Why is god testing me,
Now all is wasting me,
I shouldn’t have seen your face,
Because nothing went at my pace.

For you I was always there,
And I know once you used to care,
But what went wrong along the way?
Now all I do is wait for you at the bay,

The bay for hope,
The bay I used to cope.
Cause now I know for sure,
My love for you is nothing but pure.

May thou himself answer this ---
What is that I can do to achieve your kiss?
I waited for you all night,
Helped you when the sky went black from white.

It’s okay If I don’t find your love,
Despite how deep I have dove,
I need you to answer these questions:
Is it me you ever wanted, or was it always you?

What is wrong in what I painted?
I said yes to everything you asked,
While this is what you masked,
A hate that forever will last.

Was this all to use me?
This is my final plea.
I did all that for our love,
Those sleepless nights for you to come.

Now it seems to me
you wanted me for your personal greed,
For when you were in need,
But now left me stranded,
After I gave you everything you demanded.

Is there any way for me to get you now.
Any dirt left to plow?
Let me do that too now,
What is that I have anyhow.

How do I stop loving?
How can I stop caring?
I love you too much ---
More than you could ever touch.

I want to look into your eyes
And roll in them all days and nights.
I see my spring in them and actually
I miss them now so very much!

My whole body shudders once,
As I remember your sweet touching.
I know you'll never back again
And I will have exactly nothing

But noble profile, gentle look,
Your mellow voice and sensual lips.
I'm sorry that I can't bring back
Those magic eyes and so blessed whims.

It was a short and bright love-story.
I’d fit it easily in simple couple lines.
It was complete: the waterfall and whirlblast,
The soulful look, and sighs just days and nights.

But it’s all gone, or it was never happened,
Those love confessions, tremblingly for good.
The flowers wilted and rhetoric fully vanished
The very moment, when the dawn became selfhood.

I bear all in mind: that dawn and bench.
You stroked my hand and you were flatly silent.
I understood it whole. And bade you farewell.
And you went out without a word. You didn’t keep in mind.

The story ended on that sandy beach,
In that soft breeze and in those silken waves.
And now there’re only melancholic memories,
The hollow promises and sea taste on my lips.

Let me do to you what has been done:

Love to heart
Day to night
Light to darkness
Rain to earth

Bees to flower
Water to fish
Books to mind
Oxygen to lung

Beauty to eyes
Kindness to people
Fire to surroundings
Moon to night sky

Medicine to pain
Poetry to soul
Flute to ears
Spring to the tree


Hussein Dekmak

One rainy night
a wolf came by.
It invited  itself in,
came quietly
through the open door,
now it’s laying
on the bedroom floor.

Every rainy night
when I get ready to sleep
the wolf doesn’t howl.
It’s always the same, low growl.

The first rainy nights
I was so scared and couldn’t sleep.
Will it bite me?
Will I still be here tomorrow?
What if it eats me up alive,
and I can’t hide?

After countless rainy nights
I learned to live with it.
The wolf won’t leave.
Maybe the growl isn‘t that bad,
it helps me sleep.
And now I know:
It never bites.
At least I hope it won’t.

I toss, I turn.
My blankets—too warm,
then too cold,
like storms across my skin.
My thoughts go.

Never silence—
just a pain burning behind my eyes,
a mind wired
to a clock not built
for this reality.

I get up and circle my room,
Sit down, play a tune,
Write my ghosts onto paper,
Reshape my pillow.

A breeze,
a hum,
a passing car—
all rise like ghosts,
but none loud enough
to drown the ones in my head.

“Please be quiet,”
I whisper to my mind.
But instead,
it grins and says:

“Remember what you did 10 years ago?”
“Wasn’t that moment strange? Embarrassing? Wrong?”

I give no reaction.
I’ve learned:
engagement feeds them.
So I lie there,
Handing off insane,
hoping the ceiling swallows me whole
And take away my pain.

I cannot shut off—
not until I’m lowered, into a silence
Surrounded by the mournful,
deep enough to dull the thoughts,
until I’m sealed away
and my mind finally softens.