Who Knows

The overwhelming sadness 

The excruciating pain

Who knows how I went through them

Who knows how I groaned 

and how I helped myself up then...

Alone in white painted walled room

facing the glass wall

sitting on my bed 

just looking up to the skies 

through all the days and nights...

through my bare windows

witness to all the tears

running down my face

like a stream that never ends 

flowing right from the core

of my worn soul...

Buried in my grave...

Buried alive in my grave

yet my heart 

in the dark still beats

though no air to breathe...

Here buried in my grave

time has ceased

but the memories 

kept rolling 

though all have become 

a double edged dagger

fiercely stabbing my soul 

again and again...

again and again...

Again and again...

tears kept falling

but my heart kept beating 

through all the misery and pain

here buried in my grave...

I Could Only

I've cried 

through all the nights

through all the days

for what God willed 

and did not will...

I could only look up the skies

and in deep pain

hold my breath 

and in tears 

my heart 

could only 

sob and sigh...

I Shouldn't Be...

In every throbbing 

and tears of my heart

I feel like

connecting to you oceans apart

feels like you feel my pain

feels like you're feeling the same 

but... No

I shouldn't be 

make believing 

that it could be 

because you have disconnected 

yourself from me...