I washed my breathing quilt
It soiled and creased with karmic debts, baggages and expectations
It started reflecting insatiable lines of my unhealed bits
Shrinking in-spite of legion of tugs
It asked to be air dried in its own space
Believing, it’s enough
I almost thought about letting it be
And buying a new one
I can collect them all
But which one will never crease?
So I tried housekeeping
Ironing each with empowered hands
And still there were some creases left
But my empowered self is handy now
Alive this quilt
For it, taught me that acquiring has momentum
Sustenance needs patience and effort
Discarding is carried out in space of discouraged and hurt
So when I next acquire
I will ask about the mileage of my momentum
How many inner creases can I smoothen again?
Unhealed bits, is there a perfect hiding quilt that will suffice ?