Under the blanket

*Under the blanket*

Each day, I long for the night just to be with her. Under the blanket, I enter a place where I surrender myself to her, confessing my love for her. Often, she doesn’t let me sleep. How would she? After all, that is the place where we finally acknowledge each other after a long hectic day.

Yes. There exists altogether a new world under the blanket.

Amid the walls of a silent room, we exchange words with each other. Her words slowly engulfs through my mind to my heart, making me see the impossible happening right in front of my eyes.

As I move myself closer to her, I finally see the real me.

As I close my eyes and let her enter inside me, she gulps every inch of negativity, making me pukka that I have ever been. With her aroma, I sense the grounds of optimism lay ahead.

As I put my feet onto the path, I finally see my destination, far but clear.

 I fight back throwing irrational thoughts at her, refusing to accept what she has shown me. But she stands like an austere woman who refuses to give up. Then, she entwines her hand in mine, taking me to another world.

As I walk with her, I realise, this path would be difficult but not impossible.

Then, I surround her around my arms, accepting her for forever. I fall asleep peacefully. Yes, the moment I accept her, I see the divine.

The next morning, when I wake up, I find her nowhere but in my heart. She makes it beat faster than ever. As I move out to experience the sun above, I know, she would be my ray of hope for the rest of the day. Then, I spend another day working harder, waiting for another night under the blanket.

People often call her ‘Dreams’ but I call her my ‘Life’.