My Love Is Like Bubbles

How long can a bubble live?

How deep can you reach it?

My love is like bubbles,

That pop up at intervals!

I dug a huge hole, to bury

A fruit deep beneath,

But it hid its seeds, which

Came out as a giant tree.

Love is its forbidden fruit,

I hold it half-way in my gullet.

Yet, I love it’s taste, like

An addictive to his drug.

Love and loss are my kins,

Who ruin my day and night!

Loneliness is their gift,

No one left to reach out!

I hate love for its gifts,

But often taste its fruits!

Let me die with it, but

Let its seeds die within!

I’m a child, I keep falling!

I’m a child, I keep falling,

Take my hand, help me walk!

I’m a child, but need to walk,

Give me strength, life’s calling!

I keep falling, love’s a fall,

Deserted in mud, I start crying,

It’s a long way, I keep trying,

Lend me your hand, I’ll stand tall!

I keep falling, falling in sins,

It’s for the apple, man falls again,

Eve keeps it in hand, what do I gain!

Love’s the fence that fouls up my wins!

Waiting for the winner

Life is like an old chap

Who keeps on warning you!

I’m his wayward child,

Who never lends him ears!

He taught me nev’r to love,

A girl who can’t walk till the end!

Yet I love girls, for the moments,

Which last but for moments!

It’s like a race, just one wins,

The vital medal on podium!

Many lined up for the match,

None remain, nor their footmarks!

What’s a life, but an await,

For the ones yet to meet!

Hopes of the one who’s not join’d,

Make my race worth running!