Flickers of Bliss – InkHeart Poetry

Fading Sunset

[In the context of unrequited love, you are the person who never fell.]

The paradox of Blaise and Bliss is the cruel tragedy of finding infinite joy in someone who remains entirely indifferent. Blaise, drifts through life unbothered, untouched, and unshaken by her affection. Bliss, in contrast, is the very essence of feeling, rush of joy, trembling ache of pleasure. And yet, she found Bliss in Blaise, in the most bittersweet of ways.

[In the most painful kind of bliss, this piece is wholeheartedly dedicated to Blaise.]

Ballad of the Daffodil

The daffodil was contented,
Growing outside the fences,
Thriving alongside the unwanted weeds,
Reaching for the sun in its quiet defiance.

But the daffodil would often daydream,
Of gardens where it was adored,
Of hands that caressed the petals,
As a flower carefully chosen, not ignored.

Listen to the ballad of the daffodil,
Lonely tunes of a love unfulfilled,
It sang to the sky, but no one would hear,
A song of longing, tinged with fear.

Its golden face would beam with grace,
But in its heart, there is no place,
For the kind of love it yearned to know,
Still blooming in silence, can’t wither and let go.

The Peregrine Falcon

For once, the peregrine falcon has been tempted to settle,
In the sanctuary of your embrace, amidst an outlandish expanse,
But she is a mere passerby, resting her wings in the fleeting interim,
She’s an uninvited guest in nature’s ballad,
A peril to the blue jay dwelling within your soul’s abode.

Floral Liberation

In a quaint alcove of a sunlit room,
Buds of love start to bloom,
Nestled within a clay flower pot,
The quintessence of affection took root.

Inscribed in the petals and leaves,
Are tender devotion and sentiments,
The blended fragrance of melancholic yearning emanates,
From a crestfallen flower seeking botanical caress.

Like the untamed tendrils of the vines,
Aspiring to meander without constraints,
To sprawl this floral passion for you wholeheartedly,
In the grandeur of the Garden of Liberty.

Poetry of a Paradox

If the mirror has two faces,
And the coin has two sides,
In the equidistant of two opposites,
Here’s the poetry of a paradox.

In you, there’s calm and chaos.
A beautiful disaster, a perfect storm.
A minor catastrophe,
A troubling serenity.

To my heart,
You are a perilous haven,
A sweet misery,
A cold flame.

You’re an adventure and a comfort zone,
That stir and steady me all at once,
Terribly good, seriously funny,
We’re caught up in this impossible possibility.

In this certain uncertainty,
You are my definite maybe,
My magical realism,
Making me a wise fool

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