The Garden Of Lavenders (The Garden Before Birth)

Pretty songs and pretty places and the tempest hovers over pretty me
I the gardener of love I the symbol of affection I the gate of lost oblivion
I imbibed deep in you a single entity camouflaged in multiverse of creations
Pretty aura pretty fragrance pretty texture and pretty is the image of you
Find me my beloved as what you seek is seeking you
The garden which is yet to born yet to live and yet to die
Deep beneath the deep blue sea, see the radiating you fondling your memories of mine 
The garden with only to give sensitive and fragile don’t touch caress instead
Pray for a life hold the gift of divine a failed attempt on the verge of taking shape
The garden grows only if you want, the flower blossoms as you breathe
I know you want to leave, the exile will accept as the conscious overtakes
Before Genesis bow to nemesis, the garden of lavenders is where it all begins 
Kings and beggars virgins and harlots all under the same sky... the utter peace, no remorse no cries
Truth repeats and so the time.. your blood will reap you, the color varies and so your desires
Slithering like python the heat of warmth and affection the calmness in this valley of unity spreads
The garden of lavenders is kind yet it’s the place where elation and hysteria ignites
Don't worry you'll be fed...search for your alter-ego with whom you grew tangled and untangled 
To be or not to be, poised and fierce the ambiguity of battle between a writer and it’s pen
The tower of babel the garden where rain learned the art of petrichor
Your journey has now come to an end, the journey in comforting petals will soon aflame
Shifting Splitting coming to light thriving decomposing dissolving and dying
Shore anticipates and soon you’ll be washed away 
The garden of Trinity is all that exists and soon the dots will connect
What is life a quarrel of word and sentences, no longer in the garden my child of premature dreams
Don’t worry the guards of orchids has long awaited be there's as you were mine
So far from depths do tell how’s it like to be in a sunken place

When a man thinks of past he becomes kind...
Think of the garden and you’ll meet the void

By-Kshitij Sinha
21/2/2018


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