Myriad of Bubbles

Chapter 1: Face off

Obviously, she is a writer, she wrote something, and she wants to get a review. What is the big deal.

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Pour me in a glass
and see me rise like
those bubbles.

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He was finding himself
amidst those whisky bubbles.

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You don't need to burst my bubble to breathe peacefully in your own.

Coexist, maybe?

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Sundays are like soap bubbles,
comes & disappears in a while.

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Happiness is
like bubbles
It bursts out
before reaching
into our hands.

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I watch the bubbles
flow along rivulets
wondering where they would burst .
I wait for croaking of Frogs
and song of Crickets
having a merry time
celebrating the freshness
of the twilight . .
And
My heart desires to dance
to their tunes
while wishing for
some more pakodas
to go with my Chai . .

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“Baby, one touch of your fingers
And I am gone”, she said.

He poked.
She burst.

Thats when he hated dating bubbles.

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To touch is to kill the bubble,
The real challenge is to protect and love the bubble!

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They are transitory and disappear soon. Yet, I wish the bubbles of ecstasy and joy last long in everyone's lives.

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