BLISS

bliss
is a man singing me poetry,
bliss
 a man playing a flute. 
bliss 
is when i am speechless, when i cannot fight back, when my ego is slashed. 
bliss 
is when wind blows my hair away from my face.
bliss
is riding on my brothers bike and us singing out nonsensical songs aloud. 
bliss 
is talking to a friend and getting a perspective, a compeletely new line of thought that you could never lay your hands on
bliss
is finding out soemthing new about someone you have known for ages and even then it is just in time. 
bliss
is waiting for a text message and getting it when you have lost hope. 
bliss
is YOU.
bliss 
is not wanting to wake up from the bed and not feeling guilty about it. 
bliss 
is being commfortable in your skin
bliss 
is listening to different versions of your favourite track.
bliss 
is listening to music and songs so beautiful that you cannot decide which one was better.
bliss
is reading someone writing your heart out
bliss
is shedding a tear when you kiss.
bliss
is finding out that someone is better than you expected.
bliss
is people living upto your expectations.
bliss
when you can be mad at someone without the fear of losing him/her.

bliss 
is the capacity of zero expectations.
bliss. 
is ME.


BLISS- 
mom calling me, rain from my balcony,my brother, music, poems,watching 3 beautiful tracks back to back, fighting over a scoop of icecream with two spoons,work, work when you are getting better at it, a friend missing you and you find him/her exactly at the same time.

i was all set to start a newer happier blog, a place that was devoid of all the sadness that this place is so laden with, a friend told me that i would squeeze this place off the little happiness it sees...i list out my moments of pure joy here. 

Comments

  1. how m i supposed to comment on this post...coz anythin i write wont be as blissful as this piece

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  2. Bliss is when you read someone portraying your thoughts even when you have never spoken a solitary word.

    Bliss is when you fight like maniacs, make each other cry, go to bed with heads turned the other way...but end up making fierce love.

    Bliss is when your brother tells you he is hating leaving you alone and has no idea what will he do alone when he is actually going home to visit parents.

    Bliss is when you speak to a buddy after 3 years, and pick up right where you left. No complains no allegations and definitely no mush but the silent undercurrent of how much you still love each other.

    Subtle are the ways of life. And pure bliss is this post to my senses on this lovely day.

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  3. @aMayZing: smile.that will do. =)

    @pallavini di: yes yes yes.
    i remember a time when i broke down in front of mom told her i am not moving in with you. i don't know how to live without Bhupen (my awesome brother there) i caught a moist eye there, his.
    that is a moment of bliss like no other. realising that i am going to miss him so much i fever i have to live without him.
    yes that frnd who you talk after a 3 years and pick up where you left off. that is joy.

    bliss is also my thoughts resonating in the same frequency as the reader and me getting awesome comments like yours.

    i love comments that add a dimension or rather take in the flow of the post.

    thank you!
    have a great day!
    rather have great days ahead.

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  4. Bliss is when you are in love with someone and he feels the same about you...

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  5. someone is in love =D
    welcome here!!

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  6. Bliss described in all its glory!
    And would agree with what your friend says...
    Make this place happy too...and of course when we need to recuperate in some melancholy thoughts...we can dip n dive out of...
    Let it be a panorama of all shades possible!


    Though I would disagree on the part that already there is just sadness...
    I see love, I see music, I see poetry, I see a beautiful heart:-)

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  7. your comments make me smile so wide =D
    yeah i am doing just that!

    thanks for the comments! =)

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  8. Bliss
    is reading your posts labeled 'bliss' :)

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