The Bubble

The Bubble

A Poem by Amrita Sharma Pokharel








                                                                                                       









You


The ‘bubble’

The lathered world…

a sphere of an Illusion!

Flimsy,Fragile,

is your character

Vibrant, yours temperament,
Puffed up
Nothing in this world 

can limit your steps

You go Dancing and

Stirring the happiness, 
Force us for lofty dream
by yours appealing 
bright fantasy world
We run behind you 
To craft our fate
But

Alas
we are left

with

An unfilled bliss

You were just an imaginary -

A silk world...
Touch and
Ruptures in no second
with no reminiscence

For a keepsake
 the bubble vanishes …


Amrita "Ams"

© 2012 Amrita Sharma Pokharel


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Ach, maybe poems are like the bubble you describe also. We inflate them, capture others' interest and then ... pop ... we are gone. Ach, we are fraudsters. But having said that said others dooooo love to chase the bubbles we inflate. Being a poet is maybe a cynical business. But then if that business brings momentary happiness, or even the illusion of happiness are we really so bad?

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Bubble is transient.
So is human life.
Hence bubble is human!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amrita Sharma Pokharel

12 Years Ago

True said.
zainul

12 Years Ago

Thanks
Beautiful! I loved it. Keep it up!

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

lovely, lovely

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Keen interested to play with the Bubbles A miracle of the wonder tender eyes and to explain very near to us the whole world and rainbows, nice job.......

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This poem is filled with imagination and creativity. I love the artwork you found to go with this piece. It seems like the woman is the creator of life and she is blowing bubbles creating new adventures. You poem goes well with it and sometimes it seems as if fate is not on our side.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Ach, maybe poems are like the bubble you describe also. We inflate them, capture others' interest and then ... pop ... we are gone. Ach, we are fraudsters. But having said that said others dooooo love to chase the bubbles we inflate. Being a poet is maybe a cynical business. But then if that business brings momentary happiness, or even the illusion of happiness are we really so bad?

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I like your reach and effort to find right words to achieve your poetic calling. There are wonderful constructed lines here I enjoyed the poem The Bubble

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A whimsical write that I really enjoyed! You really captured the frailties of life in a fun way with pretty bubbly imagery.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Sis..it was a pleasant surprise for me...we talked about the bubble in our last call..and you wrote a poem on it...that's to an awe-inspiring and mind blowing...Great you are and so is your write...

Lots of love to you , Ams :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The artwork made your words have life. I like the emotion and feel of this poem. You create a good place in your words. A very nice ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Amrita Sharma Pokharel
Amrita Sharma Pokharel

Farwest , Nepal



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I am neither Emily Dickinson nor am unnoticed ripples of emotions.. I am in search of light within in me ..... gone through many tunnels....to behold the lights at end but ...found the emptiness..... more..

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