I Had A Garden...

I had a garden, where little flowers bloomed.

Where the breeze gently played with the blades of the grasses

And butterflies danced, like there was no tomorrow.

I had a garden, small, but mine.

Where the dew drops glistened in the first light of the dawn,

As the wild flowers woke up to the songs of the birds.

I had a garden, the one of my dreams,

That knew how the moon called me by my name

And how the summer zephyr messed with my hair,

Making me giggle, like a carefree teenager,

Blissfully unaware of the dark clouds,  conspiring at the horizon. 

And then came the storm, with a thundering roar

The darkness engulfing every bit of light that I had held on to.

The birds left, as their nests gave away...

And the butterflies shuddered in pain and fear.

The flowers held on to their petals for one last time, 

And the beautiful green boughs tried to be brave

Before losing themselves forever.

And my garden was no longer my dreamland

It was wrecked and shattered...

Like the ruins that were left of my broken dreams.

I sat all alone, where the flowers had once bloomed

Where the birds had once sang, and the butterflies had once danced,

Only to hold on to their broken wings, and acheing petals...

To touch those grasses, for one last time,

Before they could rest forever. 

I had a garden, that I had nurtured with love.

And there it was, my unfinished story,

Leaving me, to mourn over the graveyard of ochre leaves.

I had a garden, that was once mine,

Before the storm had created havoc, 

Snatching away everything, that had ever made me smile.

The storm was long gone, 

Taking away all the colours, and all the songs, 

That I had held on to, within my heart.

And amidst the ruins, I sat, 

Exhausted.

Broken.

Lonely, in all the chaos around,

Where, I had once had my garden...