Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Bubble




Solution stirred
Froth formed
Blow into it, and i take form..
Fragile though, a full circle form.

Glistening in the colors of the rainbow,
Dancing with the ways of the wind !!

But touch me not, nor blow me hard.
Here this while, shall be gone the next.
For your one caress, or your one whisper,
Shall spell my end forever.

Here's t a while, i shall cry
Before getting lost to the nothingness of time.

You shall tread ahead,
Just a bubble , you said.
A moment there, the next its gone,
But for the bubble,forever she's dead...

23 comments:

  1. dreams on fire
    higher n higher..

    somehow, reminds me of my bubble again..

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  2. though a bubble dies soon but it enjoys the wind. it touches the breeze.. soft breeze,
    a whisper soft whisper.. its like a lady in a ball room.
    a feeling of feather touch on a naked skin,a instrumental music.. calm soft and so composed

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  3. Glistening in the colors of the rainbow,
    Dancing with the ways of the wind !!
    i luved these two lyns..

    gud wrk..
    n thxs for visiting my blog

    amrita :)

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  4. Here's t a while, i shall cry
    Before getting lost to the nothingness of time.

    Emotional, poignant, well versed and vivid tinkerbell! Mithe is my nickname-my father calls me mithe generally:) I simply love your blog-continue like this always!
    PS:I have started a new story-would appreciate your comment on the same-its my first attempt at a story

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  5. I can't even begin to tell you how amazing this is -- you have struck a very sensitive cord. Replace that "i" in I take form with a frolicking idea in your mind, and you will see how this poem frolics and foams. Nice!!

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  6. @ nidhi..
    hunnie, that is so imaginative, n pure..
    A very different take on the pain of being short-lived :).. hope ur doin fyn now.. did the doc give u a green signal??

    @ams
    welcome to my blog sweetz..thanx 4 the appreciation, "dancing with the wind"-free-spirited n joyful for the 'blink-n-u-miss' lifespan it has..

    @mithe
    :), thanku mademoiselle mithe ! a mighty cute nickname u've got!

    @ rhett
    hey rhett ! long since u last visited.. so how hv u been..thanx a million.. n i did try replacing the "I" :)..

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  7. doc has asked me to concentrate on my physio.. ten mins in very hour :O

    m back to blore. have updated blog. check it out

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  8. what will happen when the bubble pops?

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  9. a split second example of how close existance and non-existance can be - i love bubbles too and the sight of someone blowing it.

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  10. beautiful poetry!... loved the pic too..

    Here's t a while, i shall cry
    Before getting lost to the nothingness of time...

    gr8 lines...

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  11. kuch alag hai
    bubbles always attract me

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  12. @deluded doc
    thats what the poem's about dumbo !!! when it pops, its ... gone !! as simple as that !!!

    and to where i'd been.. 2nd proff final exams dude!! done with the theory.. practicals in april !!

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  13. @ arv..
    me 2.. they fascinate me !!

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  14. @ lash.. true.. childlike fantasy !

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  15. @ matangi
    welcum 2 my blog !! i'm glad you liked it :)

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