Utopian Flowers (A secret garden in a city)

By Madhura De

The black clouds thicken, shaped sinister like fleets Floating on the canvas overlooking the streets. Monotonously like life, a lonesome lane meets A garden blooming like utopian flowers. The bustling city surrenders to an unimaginable meadow, Abode of birds, souls - free from the bars of window. Lush greenery, wafting fragrance, colours of rainbow, Where love and life's blooming like utopian flowers. The Garden of Eden is revealed by my eyes in the town. Stars embed the sky, like diamonds in Nature's gown. The mystic, buds wait as one's talent deep down, For the time it'll be blooming like utopian flowers. Where butterflies and bees spread the words of love, Like messengers being sent from the heaven above. The fountain amid the flowers, a haunt for the dove Symbolizing peace, blooming like utopian flowers. The benches are vacant waiting to be filled by a heart Which spells the strongest bond that can't tear us apart. It's a garden of the beginning, a life from the start Beating in the buds, blooming like utopian flowers. I entered the vibrant garden, the world left behind is narrow The time stands still, like the statuette's arrow, Failing to pierce the heart, yet chilling the marrow. Tangible eternity's blooming like utopian flowers. Free from the womb is my imagination Wandering endlessly, seeking facts from fiction, I sat on the bench facing the garden of creation, Encircled by kids - blooming like utopian flowers. The cerebral beauty intoxicates my eye, Restless in the socket, free as a bird in the blue sky. Seeing the palette of colours, my spirits are flying high, Teemed with laughter, blooming like utopian flowers. The beauty of the secret garden surpasses all. I know I've to leave it, waiting alas, for a call Never will see again- the love blossoming. The world's small Nor the atmosphere's blooming like utopian flowers. With tears I leave, closing behind me, the gate Of the world of freedom. My spirits deflate. The volatile garden dissolves into a traumatised state- Was this my childhood dream blooming like utopian flowers?