Bubble Of Oblivion

Honey glazed canopies 
Shelter you and me 
From the piercing rays 
Of the sun, governing us in dismay
As we remain ensnared
In our reveries,
Oblivious and unaware,
Our fantasies as fickle as the breeze.
Perhaps it's not always a sin
To stay confined within
The bubble of oblivion;
To wear an armour of neon;
To shield our eyes
With rose-tinted glasses;
To sing with illusory passerines-
The world can be a dark, dark place.

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Shifa Maqba

Thu 24th Sep 2020 17:00

Indeed, John. Kerala is a beautiful place.
Thank you for the rose!

Thank you Liam for stopping by and hitting a like!

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John Marks

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 00:52

fantasies as fickle as the breeze.

Indeed. My son-in-law, Sharat, is from Kerala. He is a lovely man. Kerala is beautiful.

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Kevin T.S. Tan

Mon 21st Sep 2020 19:27

I agree! enjoy India 👍

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Shifa Maqba

Mon 21st Sep 2020 15:36

It's a delight to hear this, Kevin. The media... oh! the media. I think taking a break from the media is the best thing we can do to preserve our sanity. I currently reside in India, and the media here reeks of poison. As good as it is to be "woke" all the time, a detox every now and then is essential too!

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Kevin T.S. Tan

Mon 21st Sep 2020 12:30

You're most welcome Shifa 😃. Coming back on the poem: At the start of covid I left social media and during the summer I left regular media (the news) as well. If there's anything important I'll usually find out within a few days ("haven't you heard?"). 😃 And no, it's not a sin!

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 16th Sep 2020 04:30

Thank you, Kevin and D.W. Hamilton for your beautiful comments!
And thank you, Vautaw, for leaving a generous rose!

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D.W. Hamilton

Sat 12th Sep 2020 07:18

Orange sun today. I feel a kindred spirit .

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Kevin T.S. Tan

Sat 29th Aug 2020 12:37

you're welcome Shifa. I'm cherishing the poem and watch how it slowly unfolds over the days.

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 28th Aug 2020 19:43

Thank you so much, Abdul, for your constant support. Always a delight to read your comments!

Thank you, Kate, Neressa, Jordyn, Tom, Kevin and Stephen, for leaving generous roses! I cherish them.

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 28th Aug 2020 02:33

Thank you, Paul, for your gem of a comment. Your poem is the first thing I read this morning and I can confidently say that the rest of my day would be a 100× better.
Thank you!

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Abdul Ahmad

Thu 27th Aug 2020 17:33

Nice one.

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Paul Sayer

Thu 27th Aug 2020 14:24

My glasses are tinted thus.

For this forsaken world I scream and cuss.

I find a square of concrete cold
plonk my arse watch it unfold

My head is filled with rhyming verse
which soothes my sorry sad kick-arse.

Shifa lifts my darkened soul
I'm back to being like Old King Cole.

I bow to thee my sweet poetess
Arising from my cross-legged lotus.

Paul.

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