The Garden Of Tulips (The Garden Of Death)

Far from lip to lip... There's a garden of Tulips 

Under your vicinity, I grew under your arms
I felt the coldest of snows mercifully allowing themselves to melt
Yet every single drop of water failed to reach your surface
Evaporated by the heat of your radiance
Why so tepid and poised are your petals, why are your buds frozen like malice
The soil has cracked with the thirst of broken dreams
It's the curse on which you propagate
The never ending loop, the incomplete circle of darkness
Hanging in nowhere the high tempo of screeching silence
Your end is still unknown
Known my answers contemplating to form meaning from ages
A game of distraction a slight mistake
A self motivated jump from the over analyzed questions you never get
I hanged myself wish you'll find something jovial in many ways 
Don't leave your obituary to be pale
Welcome to the garden of tulips, it's the death that roars
It's only the death that never discriminates
A garden far from the grim of endeavour
The jaws of catastrophe and the benevolence of fatal love you underestimate
The garden that shrinks every fraction and the only one who knows to reborn again and again
White as your pallid skin, dried as pollens
The smallest yet extending till your vision can grasp 
Listen carefully to the melancholic winds
Shout or whisper, I'll invite you to cry in peace
Howl like wild wolves, try hiding in the dungeons of most poisonous snakes

Don't seek us my flower, you're seeds are sown
In the vague of time you'll blossom one day

Reason is nothing but propaganda of an occupying force
Luck for your cremation... I was burned to ashes

By - Kshitij Sinha
5/1/2018

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