Those striped, cubicles , enclosed in those tiny spaces..
Laid on the table, beneath so many secrets it holds,
Is it red ? Wasn’t it maroon the last time I saw ?
Woww! Sure I am blind for saying that
Cause all it does is soak those suppressed parts of table and not just water…
Heavy it is for it holds so much water and yet still doesn’t break..
Woven tightly in each thread…
Confining itself to so much more than what the table holds!
Might be cause it doesn’t ever see as someone who can pour those unexpressed energy to something useful …
And yet never changes its own mind!
Can I expect it to be brown the next time ?
or it’s existence is just till I know it’s red or maroon ?
How much would it hold on to when…
Beneath the table a parallel world runs
Whose existence is very significantly different than what those cubicles hold !
Some of the cubicles are half woven just like those incomplete pieces whose edges are just as rough as it seems…
Might be they never find solace in what they find, as deep below is all that matters is what runs beneath the tables…
For nonetheless it all disappears and dries up when washed and those cubicles don’t think second for holding on to something new which is not even theirs…
