Graveyard Of My Dreams Poem by Neeraj Nawaz

The graveyard of my dreams,
Is greenish again.
The birds are chirping beautifully,
Unaware of the burried emotions,
in the chest of silence.
These songs are someones letters of love,
Striking my heart and missing your trajectories even more.

My Lost birds,
This world is ominous now.
Your last sighs are still echoing my sobbing world.
The signs of past are in every grain now.
Our laughs are in every gust of air.
Your memories rallied now,
Through my eyes,
Silently screaming for mercy,
Every drop of their's is so pearly,
Reflecting beautiful, images of our lost heaven.
My life is sailing with unknown winds now,
Towards the horizon of end.

Don't come again,
Now the needles of my strength are broken,
The power of weaving those dreams with broken needles is flooded by showers of your rallies.