I slept on it, dreamt, planned my life
Here is his name I scratched, in madness of love.
This stain you see is my blood
Shed, in hope that he would love me more.
I take leave, my bed, let others sleep on thee,
Give them the love and life you gave me
But tell them not, the secrets we shared.
Tell them, if you wish, that I once laid on you
But tell them not I lost myself on your posts.
I take leave, my bed, may thee be host
To lives worthy more than me - here, a toast to thee!
************** (Balachandran V, 16.05.2009, Trivandrum
(for Kalpana Parashar - thanks for the inspiration!)