Blowing bubbles
hanging in place,
before the gravity catches them
until the wind snatches them.
one after another
sinking into the blades of grass,
bursting.
Glowing faces
completely spellbound,
their gleaming eyes chasing the actions
their gentle words praising attractions.
Keeping their eyes peeled
finding the colors of adolescence,
grasping.
Flowing me
with a boggling mind,
in pond of riddles to find solutions
in fond of twiddles to bind conclusions.
Peeping through different sides
awakening my own vision of observing,
pondering.
The tenderness felt by their frail fingers
is the strength to fight my worries,
The transparency observed by those eyes
is the shield to conceal my flaws.
The trivialization understood by those brains
is sufficient to make my aspirations bigger,
Their loyal lips may define it a BUBBLE
But it’s that brew of cerebration & celebration called
DREAM.
Hi Apeksha,
You write really nice….
You are an awesome poet 😛 😀
I liked the last stanza a lot…
🙂 😀
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And one more thing I want to add……I am really glad and proud that I have you as one of my friends
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Thank you so much my bestie Mansi….
😀 🙂
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Absolutely stunning ..amazed at the depth of the work . God bless u .. U hv won an admirer and a fan by writing this
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Thank you so much Uncle… I’m truly delighted to know that you liked my poems. 🙂 🙂
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Nice Poem Apeksha. 1st stanza is brilliant and you always give a good finishing line.
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Brilliant…
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This is a lovely poem! 🙂
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