THE GARDEN

 THE GARDEN

It's getting cold but I don't want to Leave

I can't leave this blissful garden

How can I?

Heaven amongst hell...

The jungle outside

With bicycles, motor bikes and dogs on the side walks

Any second your bones will be broken...

People in a hurry

Where are they going?

Going somewhere...

It's good to be in a hurry

Saves time

Life is short...

But they have no right to bump into you...

Bumping into other people  and smashing their shoulder blades...

Surgery is required is required because of their urgency of selfishness.

Got a rotator cuff...

Oh! here comes another one

Crushing everyones toes

He is in a hurry too...

Where is he going?

Going somewhere....

He can go whereever but doesn't have to take my toes with him...

Here comes the ferocious looking dog...

The owner is texting

The leash is very long

The dog is coming in between my legs

I am not only afraid of dogs but I have a bad knee as well...

The fear of the dog and no cartilage in the knee, a bad combination...

"Can you please watch your dog?"

I plead to the busy man on his phone...

He doesn't hear me...

"Can you please watch your dog?" I plead again

He takes his ear plugs out and is furious

'What's wrong miss? '"My dog is on a leash."

'The leash is very long and my knee is sensitive and when I am frightened

It gives a big jump and a jerk to my knee."

"My dog is fine, is very calm, is a puppy, won't do any thing to you."

"How do you know? You are not watching, you are texting."

'What's your problem miss? " My dog is good. Doesn't hurt any one, won't hurt you."

"I am not any one and if your dog does hurt me, it will be too late for me."

At this moment he mumbled a curse word and angrily walked away.

These kinds of things happen a lot on the side walk and now

I feel blessed and protected in this beautiful little garden.`

The garden is so peaceful, so serene...

No horns, no ambulances, no drunks, no homeless

No piercing siren's of police cars...

I can't believe i found this beautiful garden...

One day by walking, looking for a cafe, no cafe insight

I just turned on a remote corner and smelled scent of jasmine

There was a wall in-front of me though...

I almost turned around and go back to the bus...

Then suddenly I saw. a small gate, bit hidden

I went to the gate, it wasn't locked...opened it

Couldn't believe my eyes...

There was a gem of a green little, well maintained garden

Full of rose buds and jasmine sunflowers and flowers of all kinds

There was even a small table and a few chairs there...

I thought it was a dream...

Couldn't believe it.

I sat on the chair and took a long breath to get all the perfumes and fresh air

In my tired lungs...

The garden became my seceret Eden...

I went back many times

Sat there and read books, books my favorite books of poetry and philosophy...

Thought of Baudelaire, who was always looking for an adventure, going to exotic

places without ever getting there...

Read short stories by Maupassant, Poetry of Byron and T.S. Elliot...

Every evening I thought of the garden

Every morning I went there...

The gate was always open...

No one was ever there but I...

I can live here for ever...

It was my Eden...

Then I woke up...

It was a dream afterall.

GARDEN WASN'T THERE...

ONLY THE NOISE, THE SIRENS, THE AGGRESSION, THE BICYCLES...PEOPLE RUSHING

 ABOUT, CRUSHING YOUR TOES....