Sandhya Joseph - 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,