the heart cries
and eyes shine
and though lips say i don't care
the heart still does
it cares and it cares a lot
but still it feels, I m not the one
who could help
how would i help
when i need help the most
I m so done with you
I cant take it, anymore
the pain, the agony, and all that
that comes along.. being with you
the heart cries ; it screams
and it screams out loud
the doubt and the doubter
in waters it is going, deep down
slow and swift
to the midst of the ocean
wherefrom silence rises
and a real quest roarrs out
not words will help
just the silence is enough
finding on its own, the way
nothing else around
just the poet
and its silence