'Psychoanalysis'

Across the blue sky-
The pale sun is climbing down, all tired.
The evening unwillingly arrives minutes late.
The moon anticipates another long hectic night.
Little bunches of clouds encircles the moon.
Fear surrounds me.
What else-
In my sleep
I talk to myself and others.
In my dreams
I avoid talking about wars on my land.
I intentionally weave dreams that make sense to me-
For example-
Cuddling a beautiful girl
Kissing her lovely cheeks, oceanic eyes and tender lips- or making love to her
Or gently caressing her soft whispers-
And inhale her divine fragrance.

Desires soothe my restless night-
The night calms my tiring soul.
But then-
A bang on the door wakes me up
The reality exposes me to fear
My bodily desires crumble into pieces-
Soon-
I become subject to Freud’s ‘psychoanalysis’.

Farid, Peshawar, 6.03.2012