Bubbles and Rain.
I let you go like water running through my fingers.
A colorful bubble I tried to catch.
With the wave from my hand, you were pushed away through wind.
You bumped into someone else and maybe found your match.
You were thick membrane with Elmo's fire filled.
You burst into thin air but I could smell you still.
I fell for you like pouring rain. Falling on the ground.
That misty smell is just me around. Making tapping sound.
During my pursuit, I got dust and smoke mixed.
I won't end up in vain. When I reached you, I was pure again.
You were underground, sleeping in your bed.
I was comforting you with all I had.
- Sannidhya Awasthi














