The quilts have changed

from satin pink

that came with my wedding trousseau,

to basic cotton yellow,

to now, thick, bright red with bold floral print…

 

The textures have altered

from slippery silk

to drab and dry

to flat, furry and over snuggly…

 

The feel of the covers has graduated

from cold and indifferent

to dull routine

to showy and suffocating…

 

But,

under the quilts

-         insomniac, lonely, restless sleep…

with dreams full of

endlessly unanswered questions,

searching in near and far-off lands…

  

Ramanjit

 

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