A child blows bubbles
dipping a bent wire
in a can of soapy water
and watches them
flow with the wind, unperturbed
about their destination
Along the way
they disappear
conceding to the wind
and people's restless fingers
the two finally left
one tiny, but tight
the other,
big and pretty loose
are the ones that
draw the child's attention
as he waits for them to quench
his quest for life
Pop!
7 comments:
Hi Sahil your blog was recommended by a Rhea Mukherjee who was my student many moons back! Being a mother myself I could relate to this piece on two levels. One as any other adult and the other as a mother who observes innocence everyday!
You know you write well but what's more imp is that you 'feel' so much better!! This poem is like a metaphor for life and has the potential of a Haiku! big and pretty loose, pop, restless fingers ...brilliant capture!!all the best:)
@swati - *stutters* *smiles* thanks :)
loved this one for the imagery and simplicity
@Nisha - Thanks. :)
Going by the style, you might like..
http://scattered-crumbs.blogspot.in/2008/10/blog-post.html
I think I liked this one the best.. not just as a mother who wishes to see a new world through the dream eyes of a little explorer, but as a mature woman who still weeps at her dreams going 'pop'. Lovely, keep the bubbles coming..
I think I liked this one the best.. not just as a mother who wishes to see a new world through the dream eyes of a little explorer, but as a mature woman who still weeps at her dreams going 'pop'. Lovely, keep the bubbles coming..
I think I liked this one the best.. not just as a mother who wishes to see a new world through the dream eyes of a little explorer, but as a mature woman who still weeps at her dreams going 'pop'. Lovely, keep the bubbles coming..
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