Naive of my inner self, wandering through the various roads, felt a t lost,
Some roads would take me to deserted islands, others were ill- hearted people host.
I wondered that life of mine is wrapped around by nightmares of the ghosts of my past,
Digging its nasty fingers into the soul of my heart.
The garden of my life had been sown with wretched hands in the glooming light of despair,
Flowers that blossomed were dull, lacked its color and scent, craving for the delicate touch of tender and care.
Fighting to breathe, to survive, to stand against the encroaching roots of weeds around it,
A storm came and swamped the garden into a muddy land,
Ruining everything with its filthy hands.
Despaired by the destruction, couldn't forgive the storm,
But more than that couldn't pardon myself of not standing strong.
Acceptance became a virtue of life, taking every dirt as it came by,
Weary of showing the inner light, covered by the darkness of misery and dissatisfy.
Miles and miles waited for a affable smile,
There came someone illuminating the darkness of my exile.
Wrapping me with the soft cloudy dreams of hope and delight,
Ripping the blanket of nightmares of ghost turning them into angels of life.
Teaching me to forgive myself by showing the strength and purity of soul in my eyes,
Liberating me from all foes and lies.
The once destroyed muddy land, ignored by all,
Became a delight when a lotus blossomed in it, showing its vibrant color in summer fall.