Love is a bubble of soap and air,

made from a special soapy solution or a special trick
from the lips of a lover, an animated and radiant ball of air,

its wet, taut surface reflecting blues, greens and reds
as it floats in the gentle Mumbai night at Marine Drive,

looking like a colorful lantern with a flame visible from afar,
suspending momentarily in the humid, motionless sky;

in tune with peoples’ conversations in the background
it begins its slow dance to the oblivion of the sea,

its effervescence, so enthralling, so desperate, so joyful,
beyond words, beyond pictures, beyond memory, felled by time,

to be captured only with the eyes, as you warned me,
for to put it in a picture, would be to put in limbo

the bubble, whose destiny it is to splatter to the ground
and liberate the air from its liquid cage.

About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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