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Helpless Bliss (blog marathon post 28)



Memories flood, like the river in spate
Submerge the soul and reasoning
You are everywhere I turn.
In the drawer I open after a shower,
It is your scent that I smell
In the words that pour out of my pen
It is your passion that pours
In the clothes that adorn my body
It is your thoughts that are woven
The harder I try to suppress them
The more powerfully they push-back
Until I can with withstand no more
And I yield
Carried along the swirling waters
With a force never envisaged
That takes me to places
 I never intended to go.
I am floating now,
Helpless
But finally at peace.
And oh the bliss!

© 2014 Preeti Shenoy
 

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© 2014 Preeti Shenoy
 

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  1. wow! wat an excellent piece of art! the beauty of eternal happiness is expressed in a vry dignified manner.

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  2. Nothing to say but beautiful crafting of love through words

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