Bliss Poem by Indira Renganathan

Bliss

Rating: 4.9


Ah, in just a sudden dunk of desires
This soul whole lost and mires
What if bewaring of fugacious the desires
Itself ere death, cerebrate higher empires..
Numbered down to naught desires whole lot
Itself ere death means bliss blissful a lot
What if differing human, his animal fought..?
Born a spiritual birth blissful, is it not?
And his bliss is his'I', his 'heart' all true
But in empyrean harmony his senses accrue
Temperamental satiety erstwhile all through
In dissipation his senses but to wake in bliss new

Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
rago rago 10 May 2009

bliss...........what if bewaring of fugacious......... in dissipation of.........in bliss..... we have to be and for peace of soul bliss is a must....

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Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 02 December 2009

Indeed thought provoking poem…much in small canvas… 10 MS. NIVEDITA UK

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Samanyan Lakshminarayanan 15 September 2009

a beautiful and peaceful state of mind...this bliss....lovely mam please read and rate my 'a baby's chat'....i would love to have your comments on it

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Prof. Dr. Sakti Chakravorty 04 September 2009

'...Numbered down to naught desires whole lot Itself ere death means bliss blissful a lot...' Well done Ma'mn Ten dr. sakti

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Vidi Writes 13 May 2009

Born spiritual Birth... but how many? 'Desires'... well said when steeply attached Soul has to be lost. Its nice to have desires... Only having desired for material bliss Humans can raise above to find eternal bliss. Its rare to be born with that bliss. But the idea is good. Good read. Thank you.

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Kranthi Pothineni 12 May 2009

'Bliss' is what all want in lives. Good one.

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