There are somethings which should left for the destiny to decide. They are not in our hands. But that does not mean to just sit in the corner and watch ourselves losing. Yes one cannot challenge the time but the best thing about time is that IT CHANGES. And it changes according to your deeds which is in our hands. So we have to believe in ourselves and never give up because there will be many times when we will feel that it is the end. But the fact is that only we are the writer of our stories and it is we who writes our the end.

Hello everyone! I am Ayush. I am here with a poem. I was quite confused to write on which topic and even in the end I found none. This poem titles as MY OWN GARDEN. It says something which I feel daily. I don’t know from where these words came to me but I am glad they did. So be ready to enjoy the flowers of my own garden.

 

My Own GARDEN

Whispering through my heart

I am here

In search of my

Own my part.

Because this time

I need to create

Something very large.

And that is why

I wander

In these pages,

Searching for that

Single line

Which will be remembered

 For ages,

 I look for

That single verse

Which will bring us

 Out of our own cages,

And those beautiful words

Which can cool down

The different rages,

But I get none.

 

I try to express

Every emotion

Carrying even the

Strangest notions

Through my words.

I try to touch every soul

By defining every character

And every single role

Through my heart,

But I do none.

 

I strive for that

Click in my works

Which can melt

The frozen hearts around,

Which can create

Their own music

Their own beautiful sound,

Which can bring our childhood

Back to that same playground,

Which can heal

Even the deepest

Unearthly wounds,

But I get none.

 

I want to relive

Those moments

Through my words,

Which carried those

Beautiful fairy tales

Of the lovebirds.

Which captured those

Butterflies when we

Saw our crush

And all we did

Was a stupid blush.

I want to bring back

That child who did not

Knew much

But still laughed

Shamelessly without any

Break and clutch.

And I do none.

 

And still after two hours

I am here sitting on my desk

Holding a pen

And not knowing

From where to began

 As I do not have a single idea

Inside my brain.

I look at those thrown papers

Who are shouting

At my failures

Again and again.

But still I am trying to create

 A beauty

Dancing together

In the form of poetry

From the flowers of

MY OWN GARDEN.

Ayush

22-10-2017

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Andrew Neel