pass by thoughts

paradise is not a place

"Paradise is not a place or a city
It is your eyes that makes
you see different, finding
something good in everything".
For an instance, look outside
the barking dogs, aren't
they the perfect seekers
the one which don't allow any
strange to burst into your area,
the one which can't talk but express
their emotions by licking your cheeks.

you might have already been
into Paradise in your life,
(at least once in your lifetime)
but now remember it as nostalgias.
The playgrounds with soap bubbles,
the skies with butterflies or
the kitchen with mumma's secret recipes.

if you have a good sight to see
then you can find one,
while working in your cubicle
listening your favorite songs.
sitting on sofa watching
Netflix enjoying pizzas,
Getting a sweet hug by your dad
with lots of appreciation for
your new establishment.

They all are, is your bloody paradise
you need not to ransack here and there for it,
the  paradise doesn't mean which
competes your wish list or dreams,
but what comes naturally to you,
beyond the imaginations.

for me what paradise mean is
Me on this study table, writing poems
and watching
outside the window chirruping birds
spreading the love by sharing
their evening meal.
(Well that's a perfect evening for me by the way.)