This moment in space
.............goes by just like that ....
Yet there is a bubble
.............that stays alive ....
And often
.............u find ur life inside ...
And u watch it
............ to look into the life ..
And everything
........... seems to be distorted ...
And then the bubble bursts
............ it leaves a vaccum ..
A vaccum
............ where ur life was ...
And another moment in space
............. goes by just like that ....
And this time
............. the bubble is you ...
2 comments:
i know it's not a reply to your poem. just thought to reply it with a poem of my own. made it in last 5 mins. though, unrelated to urs. and perhaps an ending made rather than thoughts flown. ur poem is beautiful though. and well, a person doesn't necessarily has to be in a bad mood to write something serious. a sad and serious topic is touching to read. i wasn't a critique of that. i was a critique of something else that ur writing used to show and i guess u know what i mean. anyways, cutting it short, here's what i wrote......
through the sky
flies a ray
captures ur mind
makes it sway
u think for once
do i wanna fly?
do i wanna go high,
and then just dive?
do i wanna feel the rush?
do i wanna hear my blood gush?
u get hold of urself,
get back to reality
look towards the sky,
smile, look down and walk ur way.
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