Moments Of Personal Bliss

When I sleep, the world must fade away,
No open doors, no light of day.
I crave the dark, the silent night,
Where peace resides and all feels right.

At home, I find my gentle retreat,
With books and tea, rainy days are sweet.
Netflix nights and cozy stays,
Bring joy and warmth in countless ways.

Travel calls, but far from home,
Mountains and new places where I roam.
In solitude, my creativity soars,
In quiet moments, my spirit explores.

Social, antisocial, loudest, quietest,
Nice, mean person you might have guessed.
No, I’m not shy or stuck up, it’s clear,
I’m just listening, observing, sincere.

I can’t stand small talk, it drains me so,
But deep conversations make my heart glow.
I’d choose time with close friends over a crowd,
Where real connections stand out loud.

In the quiet moments and joyful exchanges,
We find the essence of our shared ranges.
These connections, both tender and bright,
Illuminate our path and make our hearts light.

Reflection

Everyone has their own way of finding joy and comfort, and this poem reflects that personal sanctuary we each create. Whether it’s finding solace in a quiet room, enjoying a good book on a rainy day, or exploring new places, these are the small joys that shape our lives.

Each of us has different hobbies and preferences that make us feel at ease and fulfilled. It’s important to recognize and embrace what works for us individually. From deep conversations to cherished moments with close friends, it’s the personal touches that truly define our happiness. This poem is a reminder that whatever your sanctuary looks like, it’s valid and worthy of celebration.

Stay tuned for more reflections and stories as we continue to explore the beauty in our individual journeys.

Comments

  1. Life Dreamer10 September 2024 at 20:45

    This poem is truly heart touching and reflects self realisation 👌👌

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    1. Rohan Mehta24 September 2024 at 10:50

      Thank You & Stay Connected for More Philosophy and Poems.

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