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...
dreams on fire
ReplyDeletehigher n higher..
somehow, reminds me of my bubble again..
though a bubble dies soon but it enjoys the wind. it touches the breeze.. soft breeze,
ReplyDeletea 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
Glistening in the colors of the rainbow,
ReplyDeleteDancing with the ways of the wind !!
i luved these two lyns..
gud wrk..
n thxs for visiting my blog
amrita :)
Here's t a while, i shall cry
ReplyDeleteBefore 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
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!!
ReplyDelete@ nidhi..
ReplyDeletehunnie, 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" :)..
doc has asked me to concentrate on my physio.. ten mins in very hour :O
ReplyDeletem back to blore. have updated blog. check it out
v well written...
ReplyDeletewhat will happen when the bubble pops?
ReplyDeleteOh I love Bubbles :)
ReplyDeletea split second example of how close existance and non-existance can be - i love bubbles too and the sight of someone blowing it.
ReplyDeletehey hw ru ??? long time
ReplyDeletebeautiful poetry!... loved the pic too..
ReplyDeleteHere's t a while, i shall cry
Before getting lost to the nothingness of time...
gr8 lines...
where are you?
ReplyDeletekuch alag hai
ReplyDeletebubbles always attract me
nice one :)
ReplyDelete@ dewdrop..
ReplyDeletethanx dear...
@deluded doc
ReplyDeletethats 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 !!
@ arv..
ReplyDeleteme 2.. they fascinate me !!
@ lash.. true.. childlike fantasy !
ReplyDelete@ matangi
ReplyDeletewelcum 2 my blog !! i'm glad you liked it :)
@ neha..
ReplyDeletethanx sweetheart...
@ vanilla sky..
ReplyDeletethnk you :)