Bliss Is Blinking

Bliss Is Blinking short poem

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Don’t misunderstand my intention
If I pretend bliss is blinking, even for a moment!
Longer I stay in this confounding riddle
I am closer to my happy self,
Gather all the Intel on a space craft
I am going on trip to the Mars
Where no worries could follow.
Dug a pit six feet long, three feet deep,
A place to rest when all this ends,
Until then I am going to pretend I am happy.
So don’t misunderstand my intention
When I roam free of my desperation.
Kick in the adrenalin and fly off the cliff,
Jump down and touch the ground,
Throw away the fear hiding inside,
Take a hike up the Everest
and shout my lung out and call your name.
These are the few things on my bucket list.
Pet an eagle and train it follow me
And learn from the high flight, is my wish.
Clouds took the shape of a tadpole
in a pond near my home and made me smile.
All the little things around are evocative
and I fool myself into thinking, bliss is blinking.

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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