By Sandeep Bhalla
The moments me and my lady had spent together
I turned the pages of our lives, the moments all alone.
Back then this quilt was witness to the happiness and the joy we had
The beautiful time, the nonchalant silence we shared
But now I was all alone in my quilt
It was also witness to the pain, the petty wishes and the complaints,
I could not share with her, lest she be begone
Those were silently heard Only by the blue quilt
Whilst she unknowingly wiped off my tears and tried to comfort me to sleep
I kept wondering and thinking about that person who should be right here with me
The essence, the glory of the nostalgia was swept away by the thunderous winds that came last night
It could’ve swept me away too
but I held on to her, my quilt
I kept reminiscing
I kept holding on to the memories she was witness to too
She made me realise that loneliness in this age is cured by things such as her at times.
She said something to me when the sky got clear last night,
“Be happy, keep smiling
If you’ve no one,
at least you’ve me.”
Note - The essence of being alone is cured by materialistic things such as quilt, shows today’s generation’s emotional vulnerability.