Bubbles all around
In my cup of coffee
I first saw him
Sipping the coffee
My upper lip was covered
With froth of desire.
Bubbles disappear soon
As soon as I sipped my coffee
Scrolling the keys
Reading some random pages
To create the flow of feelings
With the foam of love
Along with the thirsty ideas.
Mood was to sip slowly
To hold on the mood gradually
The Beats in the café
Were catching the attention
To dwell on the swing
Of that rendezvous.
Coffee was about to finish
Still in the aura of first sip
On the layers of foam
With the froth of will.
Wanting more bubbles
In the flight of dreams
The sugary effect was caramelised
To have sweeter and brown memories
In the end of conversation.
Could boomerang on me
If given more attention!
Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar
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