World of Paradise

In the darkest night Where the moon is hiding And wind is grizzling against the willow trees Dead in the night I was thinking hard What’s the matter with my deadly past Which haunts me in the midnight And makes me shiver in fright Walking through the divergent roads Exploring the musical cords I realise , I wasn’t dying But ruining myself for mere delusion It was the illusion which makes me cry Life is beautiful beyond the dead night Where the sun shines and birds chirps The blissful scenario of canopy is what Makes me alive Gone is the darkest night And the illusion which thrives Which hides me from the alluring mosaic It wasn’t the big picture I was hunting It was the small lumps of brilliant sphere Which I have to assemble It’s all in the mind Which makes us slaves of demon Which shades us from the morning belle It’s all in the head which we had to clear To stand straight and to fight To clear the clouds of fright To see the world of paradise