Strange are the ways
of this eternal time
for it ticks and you live
and somewhere deep
within each heartbeat
unseen, unheard
there is a search
a wait, a hope,
and a yearning
of an unsaid wish
to feel that feeling
when it can finally say
to the running clock
‘you carry on
with your endless ticks
but let me off
in this momentary still
for I have finally felt
what I came to feel’.




Author: vidur sahdev

Living it comes!

3 thoughts on “Bliss”

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