By Vipul Sharma
An air bubble moves and moves, sways and sways.
Stretched to come close
So transparent, a cover to your eyes.
When you look at it, it covers all things;
The next moment, it's gone.
Muddy water breathes it out, or the breath of playful acts.
Sometimes, clothes release it
When dipped for a new start.
Toiling hard on clothes,
Stains removed—but you see
Bubbles, bubbles all around.
The surf you used served you these—
A faint smile, a thin layer of air
Which has its own world to follow.
See the sky—the blue one above,
Or the pack of air all around
Which engulfs these bubbles quietly,
Between the space, between the spaces...