Bed
Always looked smaller and cozier
When we used to embrace each other
Giggling, boxing, pinching…
Pillow fights and Making love…
I always thought
(more)
this was meant to be smaller
So that we would be
Close enough to share our breaths…
But
One July night
I never knew bed had two corners
We were together But still apart
Fights had taken place
Hatred had made its way
We did not spoke
But still I heard screams in night
The light were off
But today no star was twinkling
Darkness had surrounded
No one touched it other
But still there presence was irritating
Eyes were closed yet open
Dreams were there but broken….
Both are upset
Both are down
But who would say first word
Egos are frown
What a tiny fight can do to husband and wife
Hope this should not happen again in my life(less)
