Talk to me of bliss
15 March 2015
Talk to me of bliss
Where the trees welcome the birds
Homecoming branches
Talk to me of bliss
When the waves don’t break on shore
Pursuing moonlight
Talk to me of bliss
Of why the ants lift castles
Heavier than lives
Talk to me of bliss
Of how the nightmares recede
When our footsteps join
Talk to me of bliss
Because this is how I start
To carve my grammar
Talk to me of bliss
Until I know not the lines
That fuse me in you
I will teach you words
To express inner glories
In letters of sheen
I will teach you words
Which cobblers use to patch souls
Their hands keen full stops
I will teach you words
Oozing out the emptiness
With weight of meaning
I will teach you words
Of when innocence danced light
In pathways of age
I will teach you words
Of how you complete my dreams
With broken phrases
I will teach you words
Of the odd one out who found
Little worlds of bliss
Reading of the poem:
A Quiet Conversation – Bliss