In my mind...

we suffer more in imagination than in reality.

Lost in a maze,

roses appear as thorns in my first gaze.

on their petals, my fingers graze,

no splinters rise; what a surprise!

was it all in my head? I thought,

the wind blew in my hair, a gentle praise.

Walking through the tunnel,

I do not see an end,

is what I comprehend.

I walk, walk, and walk,

only to find myself in a garden.

Mad hatter awaits me there.

He says, "Beautiful, beautiful garden, 

calm your mind, it's not a den.''

In the garden, among the floral scents,

I found my peace.

Pulled down the curtains in my mind,

tired of the fabric of thought;

all the knitted tales went in vain, for good.

Author's Note

Thank you reading ❤️

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

our imaginations can really run wild.....when I daydream (a lot) it usually happens that crazy thoughts come to mind, then i snap out of it into reality...sometimes imaginations are exhausting because they take up a lot of our energy... so, it's nice to come back to reality and relax..." all the knitted tales went in vain for good", i guess if you are in a maze, roses can feel like thorns, at once they feel like silk.
Nice write
Warmly, B

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

Yes, Betty. Our imagination can really run wild.
Sometimes, we need to snap back into reality to find peace. Thank you so much, Betty for your time and interest in this poem. It means a lot, dear friend. Your review made my morning!
Wishing you a beautiful day ahead ✨

[Betty Hermelee]

ti's my pleasure, my friend!
Warmly, B

[emmajoygreen]

Sameeksha, you have written a tome in your words. a story of how and where to go on a personal journey.

'In the garden, among the floral scents,
I found my peace.
Pulled down the curtains in my mind,
tired of the fabric of thought;
all the knitted tales went in vain, for good.'

How beautiful it can be. A garden might have weeds, thorns, failure but if one learns the rules on how to.. a garden of plants is/can be a remedy for virtually anything. Hours in a garden is a life saver, a rescuer, a lover - and more. Your poem is both a friend and town crier who can truly teach those waiting a 'how to live and love' : read the poem written by Sameeksha. Many, many thanks

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

Thank you so much for your incredibly kind words, Emma. I appreciate your beautiful insights on the poem. It truly means a lot to me.
Have a beautiful day ☺️

[Ken Simm.]

Atmospheric to the nth degree. But not so much to obscure the beauty of the write.

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging feedback, dear Ken. I am glad the atmosphere resonated with you.
Have a great day 😊