The Garden Of Orchids (The garden between)

The bridging garden is wisest of all, menace the most 
Belonging to all but possessed by none
Shouts the most listens the least and what it says remains out of reach
The stairs changes as per your perspective
Welcome to the intolerant and cruel welcome to the provider and snatcher of well-being
Up to you the decision to cry,  Up to you the blanket of lament or the euphoria that survives
Welcome my priest and rabbi, welcome dear atheist it's all an illusion
An illusion that begets and abides
The garden of ambiguous hierarchy where the soil isn't sowed for you
Moisture a luxury you may never prevail, it's a transformation from debonair to delirium
In this garden, the gardener never cares a journey from Stockholm syndrome to Pygmalion effect
I do feel pity for you yet the pure joy is a treasure hidden only in this atrociousness
You don't belong here neither do I, you'll soon leave, I the gardener trapped in the paradox of time
You see me and I can't feel myself, You'll travel and I have seen everyone else
You're curious and I know..That's how you endure through orchids
In the garden of orchids trust no one believe no one
They say it's the only place where love nurtures and I'll make sure it remains a lie
The garden of orchids is placid, indeed it's vivid as history rewrites
The horror of being born the elation as your wrinkled body will leave for tulips creation
The intersection is a curve to learn a curse to overcome
The mansion of conscious, in the garden of orchids hope is all that you have got
My words are fragile and fragile is my soul
Remember all that I told you, grasp and memorize the future is untold
Remember the golden rule not to trust a word I spoke

There was a latent freshness in the air, as though winter was returning in middle of the summer
It's not far.... Soon my orchids will bloom

By- Kshitij Sinha
23/2/2018

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