Santosh Rathod

I miss the days when your smile used to be free

Nothing holding it back, running wild to me

Now enslaved and restrained and hard to find

The laughter of your smile is only in my mind

I miss the days when your mood was always bright

Always happy to see me, always easy to excite

You would grab my hand before I knew I had a hand to hold

When I reach for you now, your body so cold

I miss the days when your kiss used to be a surprise

When I didn’t have to beg, like you were low on supplies

When your lips used to dance: energetic and wild

Now just a dance with memories, lonely and mild

I miss the days when I would walk with you by my side

Never worried, never lost with your love as my guide

Now I walk alone with cold rain pouring down

I’m in over my head; worried I might drown

Where did these days go, with this love beating so strong

Something crashed, derailed, went terribly wrong

In the destruction, in the rubble with fires ablaze

Tears of loss burn in my eyes… I miss those days

I found myself in a garden of dreams
Lost with no self-esteem or love
Shedding tears for lost passion-heartbroken
Despair without hope from above.

I reached down inside to find myself
In my garden of dreams alone
Discovering weeds had taken over within
For tears in bitterness I’d sown.

Then one day when least expected
As I explored my garden of dreams
I prayed softly somehow for a ray of hope
For a miracle or so it seemed.

I went back through my garden of dreams
Began pulling weeds up one by one
Then found seedlings of faith still lived there
As I basked in the morning sun.

I discovered happiness is a choice you make
When looking inside yourself-so it seems
So keep watering tiny seeds of faith deep within
Soon flowers will bloom in your garden of dreams.