Would you still love me
when I die?

When I sit on the bed of roses
and just lie?

Would you still sulk over
the fight we had?

Upon a thing that never was

Would you forgive me for
being so wrong?

For dreaming of roses while
forgetting the thorns

Would you actually believe
that my wish came true?

I’m finally lying on petals,
so soft and beautiful.

Would you care that I,
never had time

To say my last goodbye and
give you a smile?

Would it hurt, if I told
that I killed myself, I wasn’t bold.

Would you believe in our fate?
that was cruel, filled me with hate.

So many things going on
inside my head,
Alas! I am already dead.

Let me tell you this-
Rose beds aren’t always a bliss.
The sun may shine, but
the ground is cold
‘Cause it is at the back,
where you are stabbed the most.
Your face is masked with
the brightest glow
But your heart burns dim,
lies so low.
People are cheap, they
break your trust.
So, secrets mustn’t be revealed
That is a must.
For you might be destroyed,
Like I was
Easy killing myself like
drinking wine from glass

So life’s a risk,
Don’t make a wrong pass.
Before you lose the only
chance you had.

The sound of my Heart,
beating like a drum
Is lost in the rain,
Echoing far and alone.

The sound is ringing in my ears,
Just thundering away
Like a flash of lightning,
Speeding and,
Going nowhere.

They do not hear,
The wind is blowing too hard
Howling along with the rain
Never sensing my pain

And it just stops-
My heart stands still,
Silent and heavy
Without any life or feel

The rain slows down,
Till everything is quiet
But it is too late
No more can I  fight.

The rain didn’t listen-
It was too loud
The wind was too gusty,
I couldn’t shout.

So I faded-
Slowly closed my eyes
Was dead ; buried in the Rain
Still no one cared.

I’ve sent a thousand
Letters to God,
A thousand reasons,
why I wanna fly
A thousand stories of
heartaches, and the reasons
why I cry.

I write about my life,
my love and all fun
But, mostly it is about
the hurts and the thousand
reasons why I run.

The reasons why I run from
life, and greatly
from myself
The reasons why I believe
that I
was never meant to be born anyway.

The letters all go flying,
Up in the skies
Towards the heavens
Above the clouds
Full of tears and lies.

A thousand letters to God
I’ve sent
Hoping he will answer them all
And still I wait,
and still I pray
that the answers will someday fall.

Yet, He remains silent,
and I hear not a word
I guess God has his
Thousand letters
To tear up, and burn.

Darkness has arrived,
The alive ones have died
The world is fading away
But my feet refuse to sway
I’m stuck to this ground,
Rooted on the place where I stand
The cries are getting loud,
But chains have bound my hand
Unseen, unheard of , is what I’ve become
The mystery still has its grip on me,
When all I want is to return home
My home which is not there,
Never was and never will be
I am just an illusion with no one’s care,
But the melodies I hear ,
Aren’t anything rare
The sad keynotes of my piano
Are calling me back to their music,
Lonely and grieving down on man’s land
Which I created with my own hands
The silent tears, mourning for death 
Was not what I had sent
I had wished for a different world,
And had even made it so,
But my own children failed my words
And drove me out from their thoughts
Though I don’t cease to exist in their hearts
I am feeling sorry for myself,
For all I did and all my love,
The only gift I got was
The title of being a FORGOTTEN GOD.