Being Buried Beneath My Own Bricks! ! ! Poem by Saravana Kumar

Once a lovely monument of love was built in my little heart,
your face was drawn on its walls to make it look like an art,
every brick symbolized the deepest of love i had for you,
even the heaven seemed subdued in front of my monuments view.

Every brick of happiness was carefully choosen to be placed,
at the center of my heart for all the sadness to be erased,
If you carefully watch, on every brick you can see a picture,
of the times we had been together dreaming about our future,

All the bricks seems red b'coz i painted them with my blood,
i was so madly in love that foolishness flowed like a flood,
though i was afraid of heights, i kept on building them high,
for i dreamt of placing you on those stars shining up in sky.

A piece of my heart lies on every brick that has been used,
so when you hear them say i love you, don't look confused,
all your smiles, all your promises, all your tricks lies here,
they stand as a testimony for the words you made me to hear.

I had spent many days and nights in builing this structure,
it all came crushing down on me when you made that gesture,
by waving your hand, you said goodbye forever and departed,
my heart broken into millon pieces and the pain started.

Someday the world in which we live might come crushing down,
but not my love on which these sky high monuments have grown.
having fallen to the depth, and seen all your wicked tricks,
deep down i feel as if 'Being Buried Beneath My Own Bricks'.