Words are bubbles that reach
The surface of sunshine and foam
To be lost in the surge of tourists on shore
Who splash and dash
And tan and leave
And never there is
A peep into deep.
Yet, in a corner of rubble and rocks
One still sees
In silence and still
The bubbles that rise
And will not stay put.
Clouds and waves, now meet and mate
Here on the floor of her eyes that glisten
With dews from the dawn-smeared grass.
These be the translated pearls from the deep
Which for the moment shall gleam,
And strung with care shall afterwards sing
Symphony of seas to her heart.
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So,u have delved deep deep deep inside.Sent up your words in bubbles n foams.She,pearls,sound of the sea ...
And the mating site was very interestingly painted -- dewy eyes! Enigmatic. (and i just cant find emoticons to show the exact emotion on my face rite now)
Shaitani apart: it's really a very beautiful poem.This poem has a very fresh feel to it.I loved the entire poem.It was just so complete.
If only more people could agree with your judgments...
ahem! my which judgments exactly? ;)
Friendship IXX by Kahlil Gibran.
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Thank you for the friendship we have now and thanks for bearing with me with smiles. 11 months now and counting... :):) Happy Friendship Day
Thank you and Happy Friendship Day to you.Since I cant match what you have offered, with words, let it be matched with the warmth that I hope resonates in your heart as you read these humble words.
the laughter of a second,the twinkle of a glance
the flood from the heart in the silence of the dark:
what else do we hope, in the gravel-torn life?
this I had hoped and you smiled back.
Thank you,thank you very much. I'm honoured that you have penned these lines for me.You've made me so happy :)
I love how you have created the image of words as bubbles in this poem. I can see them fizzing and floating, as the 'tourists' don't see them.
oh how beautiful.
thank u :)
This is so beautiful; I love the imagery you painted~ I so love the sea~
thank u ella, paul and others for ur comments.this is exactly what keeps us going.thank u so much.
I love the idea of words as bubbles....and as I love the sea, enjoyed this poem very much!
What an interesting theme. I'll never drink champagne again without trying to read the bubbles.
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sherry mike and sandy patrick...thank you all.keep visiting :)
Wow, loook how many readers you have got now. Im so happy
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