space

Today, my husband, asked for a  'space' in the 'almirah'.

Alas! What has love done to me!

For me, shifting my clothes from the cupboard meant,

Pushing me out of his space.

If I say so to him,

He would wonder and stare incredulously,

And say what have I made of his constructive idea of putting things in order.

For him, they are just clothes.

I remind myself, what a down to earth person I am.

But my constructiveness ends there,

And I think,

 'Is he, pushing me out of his 'space'?

Asleep

  My head sank into the clouds of my pillow,

And the shutter of my eyes dragged down.

The golden warmth seeped Into my body.

My feet were kissed and tickled by the ocean of sleep.

I floated across , my soul captured by the sky.

I am asleep, if you can call me thus!