Niche
My little nest, my niche, my very own comfortable space..
A gypsy is what I used to be,
Dawdling along all these years,
Merely dancing to the tunes life played for me..
Jaded and fatigued, were what I often felt,
But perseverance seems to be innate,
An eternal prayer on my lip,
A yearning for ‘that’, what was oblivious then,
Pushed me forward to dance again,
Merely dance to the tunes life played for me..
Though a gypsy, still a girl,
‘Fairytale wishes’ and ‘happily ever after’,
Were constants I always dreamt of..
Awakened by reality, I would move on,
Donning my costume and a smile..
Letting my mind linger the dream,
A wish I thought only Genie could grant..!!
Little did I know, Genie’s and lamps prevail..
Until the moment my eyes met yours..
Little did I know, “love and security” were my yearn..
Until, you put your arms around me and whispered “I love you”..
Little did I know, Angels exist..
Until, you held my hand and pulled me though my turmoils..
Little did I know, Heavens exist..
Until, I found my little nest, my niche,
My very own comfortable space – in your arms,
Where I would merrily dwell, building our little castle,
Making our ‘fairytale wishes’ and ‘happily ever after’ come alive…
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