Two Beds

Time has again become the culprit,

Drifting apart two souls much far,

I know you have a roof atop you,

A copious mansion to live inside,

With number of housekeepers working,

Day and night, just the way you had,

Wanted evermore, when you saw dreams,

Of making to the heights, now you have it all,

The most expensive furniture from around,

The world, a king sized ombre bed,

But do you sleep on that bed without?

My memories, don’t you twist and,

Turn in writhing pain of past moments,

Spent upon my lap, when you forgot,

The day’s sorrows, when you rushed,

To come back home, and loved me insane,

But your ego was higher and how I?

Still remember you warned me of not,

To speak out of those four walls, rather,

Make friends with them, the confines,

Was the only world I should ever know?

I still wonder how my love became dust,

In that one moment, when you blind in,

Your manly pride forgot I was your wife,

Pushed me far away, empty handed,

Standing in the midway, aged woman was I,

It took me years Darling! To build a small,

Nest with few twigs I had of my past,

Resting quietly in a cubbyhole for years,

Now I have a room and a small bed,

My need is not more than that for I have,

Shrinked a lot and while sleeping my limbs,

Are cuddled to my bosom, a lot of void,

Remains on that bed, but it’s a sanctuary,

Gives me solace, I have less clothes now,

Just the way you wanted, when with you,

As you always said, “You waste money,”

I have heard now you give that much easy,

To your attendants, but still you stay out,

At nights, spending them mostly on roadsides,

You once said, “if you ever will be far and,

Gone forever, just don’t die, for I had loved,

You once,” Now I wonder will you ever?

Come to know what happened to me,

But I still cry thinking about you more often,

I could not pet that resentment for long in my,

Heart, how could I ever forget you kept me,

Like a queen when I was near, yes darling!

You were right it took me years to get used,

To a vagrant’s life, but I am happy you have,

That exorbitant bed you always desired,

And I have a small bed where I am able to,

Sleep, it’s not the story of two beds anymore,

It’s about us; I still wait for you to take me,

Back home with somnolent eyes,

Wishing that you are able to let go of that,

Pride of yours’ for once and all and see

The love in my heart that still overflows,

And makes me wait for you, day and night,

Wishing to hear a knock on my door,

I don’t have visitors you know, I still,

Abide by the rules you made for me,

My only fear is not being able to see,

Your face for one last time and to be,

Able to cocoon myself in your embrace,

I am now only left with praying that,

You come on time; it’s already been late...

~Monalisa Joshi~