Your puzzled expression at the award ceremony showed the agony you had undergone due to your mental exile from reality, while composing your poetry on occultism.
A delirium-stricken breeze blew through the forlorn trees. The sound of bristling leaves resonated over the landscape. Nature was seduced into a state of trance.
When the mind awakens, the world comes alive, But when the mind falls asleep, so does the world, So who makes the world, this star studded tapestry we see? Is it not the world crafted by our minds? The universe takes shape within our minds.
A young sun is rising over the sky. A blank mind seeking solace. Sat under a tree to calm my mind. A cool breeze is flowing around a field of lush grass. Bird songs could be faintly heard. It had the impression of being a peaceful place. The mind turned into a mirror of the nature.