I like the times when
You pretend to be
In the same floating
Bubble as me.
You raise your chin,
And shine your eyes
And don a soothing
Filtered smile.
I scan the bubble’s wall-
It’s made of temporary films
Of space and time.
You talk about water,
Cities and platoons,
Dresses made of desire,
And that tattoo on the moon.
I wonder at your vivacity,
Being lost in the conversation,
When suddenly outside,
My eyes catch someone:
She is standing by that bridge in the night,
And looking towards this bubble-float,
And breathing and holding tight,
Onto her world and black longย  coat.
She looks like you!
Yes, she looks like you!
And she stares like you!
And she raises
Her chin like you!
Except that her eyes are
Shining with a sad hue.
Inside the bubble,
Your talks go on and on.
And amidst your charming talk,
Your shining eyes,
The floating bubble and
The violet skies.
I can’t remember who
Entered the bubble with me-
You or just an idea of you.


About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.


  1. Sanjoy

    Wow what a nice shining Bubble, wish mine had one ๐Ÿ˜‰ – Zeeshan

  2. Refreshing to visit Eivish after a long time. You rock bro! ๐Ÿ˜€

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