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
Copyright © Nandini Rana | Year Posted 2023
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