Bubble
Drifting in my own sweet
bubble all these years, thinking
everything is crystal clear, as
clear as the view from within..
all of a sudden, it seemed
pellucid, tried figuring out what
was going wrong.. gave every
detail a lot of thought, but I
was inordinately disappointed..
Tried letting go, tired not
thinking too hard.. One
morning, startled, I find my
feet sensing the rugged earth..
woke up into an entirely
unfamiliar phase, one filled
with bitterness and negativity,
seemed like a whole new
puzzle to me.. What I feel right
now is a mélange of emotions -
mystified, taken aback,
strange, claustrophobic,
vulnerable, chilled to the bone..
Reality finally dawned upon
me, realised that the pellucid
bubble was a sign, a warning..
My sweet bubble had
disappeared, again signalling
me to go ahead, whispering to
me that it has made me strong,
pushing me to face the reality
as time has come for me to put
together the zillion lessons and
fly high on my own... I know its
going to be tough, but I know
I'll shine.. Thank you Bubble..
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