This Is How I Die..... Poem by Shagun Khera

And I sit there on the mountain top….
Singing melancholy to the valleys of the dead…
My guitar weeps with me. the tears of despair.
Craving for the memories…which once lived here…
The sunshine speaks to me of….a burning heart inside…
The moon speaks to me…of a frozen hope buried inside..
The autumn speaks to me… of a dream so far away…
The cold speaks to me….the way that I am to stay….

The river speaks to me…of the tears that never stop…
The rain speaks to me…of a heart broken and bleeding
The smiles speak to me…of an unnamed feeling…

And I wonder why…on these lonely nights..
When I think of ur face….
You still manage to bring me a smile…

When I think of ur face…
To get you back…I would still muster all my tries..

When I think of ur face…
I could still die for you..

When I think of your face..
You still pull me out of the deepest blues….

But you are not here…u desolated me a long time ago..
Just like seasons abandon lands one after one..
And what is left s dry parched, sinking life…
Waiting for you to commit another mistake..
And then swallow you into its murky darkness…
Or leave you to rot and die…
While pain and suffering…
Circle atop your head…like scavengers from hell..
Waiting to pounce..when u utter the slightest of sigh..
And then you are gifted to another world of oblivion..
When the very world you lived in…seemed more of a hell…

Why did you go away….
Why did you go away…..why? ?