The Graveyard

The heart is a graveyard of dying dreams,
where souls of broken relations rest in agony,
where the Undertaker is the God himself,
and the dark nights compose the graveyard symphony..

The blood still drips & the soil still wet,
smelling of memories when we first met..
I remember those eyes with first-love's fear,
which left mine wet till the last tear..

I could see my dreams drifting away,
as the fresh green grass was turning to hay..

She and he raised a relation tree,
on a land made fertile with my own blood,
to me no love n for him a loving spree,
to me a draught n for him its a flood..

My love n my dreams r a distant thought,
now all lie buried in the graveyard of my heart...