The garden of Dandelions

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Café terrace at night to stars tangled over Rhone

Dated by infinity to be signed by you to be touched by you

Ready to be blessed and to be forged by you

Endless dreams under the Midas alchemy of yours

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A non-zero-sum game

Willing to surrender for you

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So close yet so far…So fat yet so lost in you

The garden of Dandelions, trapped under the myriad rush of yours

Gazing you cherishing you

Writing you, and day by day pulling you

The garden of Dandelions…I feel so high that I can’t rise anymore

It’s an addiction and it’s a treacherous swamp…Weather I move or weather I stay still

All of me…Is there in all of you

Under the roof of sunshine…Holding the quilt of your carelessness

It’s so bright …That my pupils beg for darkness

On a summer evening, you elate me with a gust of December

Dwelled in the future..So vague so clear so vivid and so isolated

The garden of happy hours and the garden of drizzling blows

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You shattered in an instant in a never-ending spree of numbness

A blizzard Calm as snow

Stitching back the time in an endless loop

The garden of unity…Singularity and Bondage

An ordeal in retrospect… The garden of sacrifice and prayers

The garden of myth..The garden of stars and the garden to slip into mornings

The garden at war and the garden of zeal avid and the shattered pollens

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The garden of Love…The garden you’ll see dream, whisper and desire

The garden of lament cries..Staring at its own reflection

The garden where alone you’ll arrive...The garden which tell no love is stronger then the love you bestow upon youself

By – Kshitij Sinha

26/7/2020


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