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Arhana Ramamurthy

Where Fear Ends is Where Land Begins.

Last night I dreamt in solitude,

In darkness and in blurry hues,

Of something different ;something new,

I dreamt of a land distant and removed.


In such a land fluttered luscious green trees ,

And pale fairies floated in the breeze.

It was a land of unparalleled beauty ,

all wonton thoughts and anxieties left me.


The sun rose at midnight,

And purple clouds took flight

In this land; oh! But I,

Could only stand amazed at the sight.


Life usually abounded in fear,

Mine left me impaired; it left me unclear.

But all was fine in those astounding hues

last night when I dreamt of a land where all my dreams could come true.


I saw the sparks I had never seen in my life,

In a mystical, magical, ethereal sky

The flowers didn’t protest so you know what? Neither did I

I just relished in that golden light.


Love only ended where I had lived,

But here, amidst the birds, happiness could never cease.

In this land, A new chapter awaited,

Those who couldn't bear insurmountable grief.


Shadows still cast the gloom of misery,

But the difference was that I faced them.

Perceive the nature of such a land,

Where darkness was embraced.


Silence had been the norm before,

I now screamt my thoughts and emotions.

Into this land,This heaven,

paradise gave me hope; it gave me inspiration.


Kingdom of valleys, rivers of memories,

Mountains of hope abound;

But dreams must end and so did it,

Freedom just as easily lost as it was found


Moral of the story : such land is a mirage ,

An illusion of the dark.

It wasn't meant to be,

Such things can't exist in a crooked reality.


They are and will only be a trick of the mind,

for such things to exist in life

Fear would first have to learn to die,

And then Faith would have to learn to triumph


For hope to exist as more than a daydream,

For real acceptance and perpetual harmony,

Undoubtedly, For love to live and survive

First worry and distrust would have to die.


But can fear ever really die?

Can we ever set worry free?

Can mountains of hope be tangible?

When our fear also breathes.


Dreams can only exist,

Where fear ceases to persist.

Where fear ends, is where such land begins

Where fear ends, is where life begins


Where fear ends is where such land begins

Where fear ends is where life begins.



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