Poetry

Reminisces

I still remember…
Taking a waste piece of paper,
And quickly rolling it into a pipe!
Then filling a mug with water
And preparing a soapy solution
Agitating it to get foam of froth.

Then going out to the barsâti -
Overlooking the world against the parapet
Carefully,
Keeping the froth-filled soapy mug on the wall,
And dipping the paper pipe into it,
I would blow out bubbles of soap in space.
Some would rise up – the air taking them even higher,
Others would descend down due to gravity.
Both would eventually burst.

But not dampened by the spirit;
Putting the pipe again in the suds,
I
Would blow out more globes of glass -
Till the water emptied
And the paper dissolved…