The Bubbles
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.