THE BED

My bed has a different story about me
I spend my decades of solitude there
My bed carries stains of my raw emotions
Time went timeless, seasons went - unknown on my bed
My bed carried the sick me, strong me, weak me, imaginary me...carrying adjectives you cannot even predict..
Witness of my sleepy days & sleepless nights..
Listener of my murmuring heart, Follower of my wandering mind
Draining all my tears
Bearing tonnage of my thoughts..
The non-judgemental, unconditional support
So..Don't blame me for always being on my bed
My bed is not going to be replaced by you !

__Anz'ere__