Is it the external excitement we express?
Or is it all in the way a person does dress?
Perhaps Bliss is a kind of high one feels,
A surefire sign of how one deals.

Bliss can be the purest form of happiness,
That kind of fondness,
Where you accept who you are,
And shine bright like a star.

Or perhaps, true bliss,
Can be like a kiss.
Like inner peace felt in your soul,
For everyone who has reached their goal.

I pray that in this life,
People are freed from their strife.
So they may achieve the spontaneity of bliss.
And feel its calmness in their midst.

Watching the ocean's waves crashing against the shore,
Can you now feel your heart's wounds desolve?
Oh don't think this to be a chore,
We should create happiness when darkness needs a resolve.

Paint your canvas in your soul's own colours,
Sparkle and glitter everyday at all hours.
One's happiness is bliss, and bliss is one's inner peace.
For your own bliss is a sign that you have reached home.

Welcome yourself back from your trip in the dark forest.
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This is part 2 to the series of poems I am working on. In this series, I explore human emotions and the reason we truly feel them.

Poem 2 in the new Words_against_War series by Vedikha Lakshman-Singh