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Such is life

I watch you 
As you slowly mix 
The bubble formula

I watch you 
As you delightedly
Blow and smile

I watch you 
As your hopeful eyes
See the bubble grow

I watch you
As the bubble gently 
Blows my way

And then 

I watch you 
As I slowly take my finger 
And burst the bubble.

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  1. Anonymous25 November 2010 at 09:55

    Crisp - I like

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  2. Zoya Brar25 November 2010 at 11:36

    :)

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  3. Anonymous25 November 2010 at 19:46

    Try letting the bubble fly away gently....sometimes it bursts on its own but other times it remains that way..... perfect ...resplendent in vibgyor...at least till u can see it....since bubbles are fragile, burst it will.....but u can enjoy the beauty far longer if you let it be..... :-) just another perspective for you to consider.
    DB

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  4. Zoya Brar25 November 2010 at 20:22

    No way! It's so much for fun to "burst someone's bubble"!!!

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  5. Anonymous27 November 2010 at 22:33

    zoya, please dont burst our bubble......write more...we miss your blog posts!!
    DB

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  6. Photogenic Devil28 November 2010 at 00:05

    wow !!!

    I REALLU LIKE UR BLOG ZOYA :))
    keep writing
    (devika - ur first yr dramsoc juni ...just to jo ur memory )

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  7. Anonymous28 November 2010 at 01:22

    thanks devika... I am glad you like it :) Keep reading!

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  8. Unknown30 December 2010 at 01:37

    This was the poem wasn't it? :)

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  9. Anonymous30 December 2010 at 02:04

    yup :)

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