Baby bulbous bubbles sprout to the surface
spiraling to the top and bursting into fizz
each eager bulb excitedly bouncing around;
they spin together playing ring-around-the-rosy
and I listen to the delicate drizzle of their meeting
thirsty to be one of them,
Patiently awaiting my turn.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
There was a time when I only ate rice, curry, chapatis, mangoes, pickle, dosas, dosas, and daal. I ate it for breakfast. I ate it
Blue like the ocean big, bright, kind Blue like the sky above, vast, wide, love Blue where I found you now, here, there, more Light
Two years ago we commenced–one vignette a day And now…everything has changed, life happened still every now and then, we have chats like that night.