A Bed, A Love Story and Thoughts!
One bed will float to the
other world,
it’s a whole world on my
bed
I want to retire after
each hour, each night,
Alongside you holding
hands
this will be my memory of
this world
moving into another plane,
I want things to be same
I will wait for eons to
live one more life with you,
have the same hearth, children,
and you
this time more of you and
your time
to walk in the meadows,
the woods,
lakesides enjoying the autumn
sun
a brown woman again with
you a fair man
how after such storms and droughts
when my bed had drowned,
broken into shards
again it came to the
surface bringing me along
the bed has changed its
colour, not the world
I had made upon its mattress,
the sheets torn
like me lying dead on it
in many births
yet I still find you, on
the same bed to begin
a new chapter, I lose
memory of the previous one
perhaps, yet I don’t know
why the old vintage
beds, old archival things talk
to me
in the silent lingo as if I
had lived myriad
births with them and you
each time I a woman and
you the man
else tell me, where did I learn
this love, this thirst,
birth after birth and my eyes
seeking you in the horde
in aloofness, in tears, in
despair, and in love
with my hands spread on
the side you sleep
seems like time would stop
there only, where we
have matured now as
lovers, everything else will vanish
yes, my thoughts have a
story to tell, I am a surreal thinker…
Poem by Monalisa Joshi
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