Bubbles

Bubbles are bound to burst someday. We drift
inside their shimmer, mistaking the fragile glow
for life.

The fault is never with love, but our illusion
of permanence makes it seem so
the heartbreak when it dissolves
brings us out of an intoxicated state.

Can we imagine ourselves beyond,
unbound, choosing freely,
discovering the core once expectations fall away?

This is where life begins. And yet,
we call it loss.


Poetics at dVerse

18 thoughts on “Bubbles

  1. Heck yeah, you killed it Reena, great poem! It’s good to get back to the course and see things the way they are 🕉️ Very delightful poem that hints at deeper meanings.

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  2. A delightful bubble metaphor, Reena, and so true:

    ‘…We drift
    inside their shimmer, mistaking the fragile glow
    for life’

    and

    ‘the heartbreak when it dissolves
    brings us out of an intoxicated state’.

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  3. This is a beautifully contemplative piece—quiet, reflective, and deeply philosophical.
    The metaphor of bubbles is especially striking; it captures the fragile, transient nature of our emotional worlds with such elegance. That shimmering illusion you describe feels almost tangible, and the way you connect it to love and our longing for permanence is both honest and gently unsettling.

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