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…