As I unwind in my bedroom, it feels as though my entire universe is encapsulated within these walls.
The sounds of a mother's laughter, the happy tears from too much joy, worries about tomorrow—often over trivial matters—the enchanting music of Tchaikovsky, the dumbbells, and the Pilates mat; a laptop filled with my thoughts next to pages of unfinished stories and snippets of both short and long poems; indeed, my whole world resides in this room.
I'm enchanted by an exhilarating tennis match between two skilled players, sighing with anticipation. In this blissful moment, I don't yearn for luxury in my bedroom; instead, I immerse myself in the television, savouring each point of the match.
My pets wander around, sniffing my blanket and curling up under the layers of my comforter, showering gentle kisses on my nose and affectionate licks on my right ear. I chuckle with delight, appreciating the cosy atmosphere that surrounds me within these four walls.
Shahla Latifi
June 2025
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Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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A secluded refuge where one can be and do what one pleases and what pleases one. Nicely written
Thank you very much.
Tremendous. You bring this to life.
Thank you for your insightful comment. I appreciate you taking the time to read it.
A bed is where most people are born and also where they die... So, a bed is symbolic. A bed is where we take refuge quite often. A bed is witness to our thoughts, our dreams, our fears. A place where we lapse into unconsciousness and where we regain consciousness.
I agree; however, the poem depicts my mindset—a sanctuary within the layers of privacy in the bedroom, a room with a window, structure, space, and meaningful possessions. Thank you.
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