By Vanaja Malathy
Past sunrise winter chill. still ached to coil myself tight into the comfort of the warm quilt sheathing around like a carapace of a crustacean, tight encasing, hard to make the slightest move to disturb myself from those dreams that parade, swaying like in a show at fixed time of REM sleep vivid, random, turbulent… dreams pamper a lazy body all the more. I drift off into a sleep desirous to watch, choose and cherish what I always missed and if my dreams can give a clue. The best hours of the day to place your life enviously on a different pedestal! ‘Leave me alone.’ an invisible sign board hangs on me. A frothing cup of coffee makes an appearance by my side table emanating an aroma of bitter sweetness generating a strong release of whiff of fresh espresso. the smell of bean, a palate cleanser for my nose deserved my attention. With a temptation hard to resist I gather my tired bones relax tight nerves around my muscles to reach the cup. I wondered while the whole world around, selfishly asleep craving for that excess sleep some compassionate hands brewed the elixir of life with right water, right scoop, right portion of milk right stirring and right timing to tastefully mix and churn so deftfully the king of drinks. The bubbles akin to foam of an ocean tempted me to pierce through the lather for a larger sip to feel the wealth of aroma into my olfactory- I attempt not to delay lest the bubbles slowly disappear leaving an insipid broth below. Bubbles and brew are inseparable! Bubbles of my dreams too melt away unfolding the reality of life rendering a new form and flavor to a mundane life I surf through a challenge anew of fun and fascination feeling less fatigued vibrating more energy I rise up. The magical drink turned ‘Leave me alone’ into a ‘Hi Good Morning’ wish.
A doctorate in English and an educator for decades from India.. A smooth drift from academic writing to Poetry writing. Vanaja Malathy considers poetry as her fabric of existence, poems to breathe and as a vent to her emotions. She also loves to paint, sew and read.
Her poems have appeared recently in The Nightingale Poetry Journal, The New-England Monthly Poetry Digest, The Poet’s Showcase, Poetrynation.com, The New International Poetry Digest, and The Literary Yard.
Her Interview in the latest edition of Author Talks is published in The Literary Yard at
7 thoughts on “Bubble and Brew”
Beautifully expressed. Can turn a non coffee lover into a coffee connoisseur!!
A brilliant poem ! The poet, with extraordinary simplicity and precision has carved through a waking moment like a fugu chef with such care.
It was a pleasure reading through this poem by Vanaja Malathy.
A very heartwarming poem.
Vanaja captures her daily experiences, events, or topics that are happening around her and pennes her expressive thoughts & interpretations into poems, writings, paintings, sculptures, or into many other forms of crafts. Always thinks out of the box and gives it back in a simple form. And I know this for a fact. I have been around her to experience that. It is just amazing the way she does it and nobody has more influenced me to start writing than Vanaja. Waiting to see more of her poems
Vanaja captures her daily experiences, events, or topics that are happening around her and pennes her expressive thoughts & interpretations into poems, writings, paintings, sculptures, or into many other forms of crafts. Always thinks out of the box and gives it back in a simple form. And I know this for a fact. I have been around her to experience that. It is just amazing the way she does it and nobody has more influenced me to start writing than Vanaja.
You make peotry seem so easy and simple. Never thought drinking coffee can be a peotic experience 🙂