BUBBLES

I was witness to the holly day moods
around the soils
I wade thro'
negotiating my mundanes

as I falter with the moments
with little to go
waiting a turnaround
at my hearts

I know
its me who has to change
environs may change its best
turnaround lies at my changing the heart

I ask every lot with me
let's change

find no affirmative
till I realise
its already overheated hearts
with me

I do ask
a fathomless
for what I make a sense

when the day with my sun and shades
have a word for me
I search my soul

it remains silent
like you
like my surroundings

where I survive

with a hope
without one

source: shipra.v