Simply loss of words
Smiling slightly as i'm writing this poem
Actually thinking of the smiles
Crying sometimes as if i don't know him
My hands shaking as vulnerable drops of tears trailing....
Trailing down the rugged path of my hand
The very hand by which i held his hand
Pools of tears forming at the base of my eyes....
Why???? why can't you get it???!!
You are never dead to me
Maybe our fights, maybe our lies...
But never our trust....
Your smile makes my heart free
Death is not the cold hands i felt near your grave
Death is that when i wrap my arms around me
And suddenly feel i am alone
And you are not there with me
Please come back from death
I beg u, my heart can bear no more
Your silence makes me shiver
Your words weren't harsh, there were no trace of violence
Maybe it was me...
Please reply to me
Those flowers were not roses, those were tulips
I guess it was the white noise, not the music..
Are you really gone...
Are you?
I have been rummaging my head
Thinking of ways to
Bring you back from the dead