My Mind, My Garden

To me my mind is a garden

like a spirit I hover around.

Time here has no bound

Memories live here eternally,

The good, the bad, the ugly.

The garden of spring brings joy.

The happy revelation of the past

Soothes the yielding heart,

Where the soft touch of the

Love warms the body, now.

The tender flowers bloom all around,

Nourishes the sight and

Lightens the affectionate heart.

The saccharine matured fruits

Augments the taste of recollections.

The summer love matures, where

The beloved nestles in the arms.

Trust, love, faith grows.

joyful days outshine the victorious sun.

Nothing compared to the loving memory matters.

Love and lustful memory

Becomes a thing of the past.

Happy days seek refuge in the clouds,

When autumn weather

Shadows the sun.

Light vanishes, love disappears and life descends

The windy garden sheds the leaf

Of every fond memory.

The prison of grief is painted

In the red sky when love leaves.

Winter days become dark and gloomy

The frosty nights freezes the cold memories.

Lonesome journey to the Death’s Kingdom

Turns every rose to a thorn

Snowy, cold carpet cover

Every green pasture of spring.

Tearful memory cradles the spirit of death.

Now my garden waits,

The seeds sown so deep will sprout

And the spring shall be restored

With the sweet memories

My garden shall endeavour.