The Bubbles

The moments of life

Are like the bubbles,

Short lived and fragile,

Before breathing fully

They die and disappear,

Not can be captured,

Nor can be enjoyed to the fullest.

Like bubbles appear

Big, small and tiny tiny droplets,

Life too has small and big and special moments,

Like bubble those dazzle and dance

And disappear.

The sooner I raise my eyes,

The faster they sparkle

with colorful blue, purple

pink and yellow.

It appears before me

As if life with many colours.

I arise, awake to grasp the bubbles,

The way I used to grip the beautiful moments,

But to my utter misery they die and disappear,

And I miss them forever.

Life makes countless bubbles,

With tiny tiny droplets of love and memories,

It blinks and winks,

Which we can not catch forever.