I See A Dream With My Eyes Open

I See A Dream With My Eyes Open

The baby I cuddled in my arms was one of the sweetest I’ve ever beheld. It was a miracle!! I took one of the baby’s palms in my hand and kissed it for the hundredth time in the past few minutes. I wanted a similar miracle from her, I wanted to say to her.

She blushed long before I articulated the words as though she had guessed the nature of threads of thoughts running through my mind. I marveled at the excellent chemistry between the two of us long before we formally tied the knot. We were together for a formal engagement. This was supposed to be the first step towards the bond of happiness we were to form.

I had come a long way in search of happiness and satisfaction, and it was going to be quite awkward if I still didn’t find any. I do wonder why my fate has denied me of my share while my peers have been dripping in it for years. The deep blush my alleged words propelled into her face did send some signals that I was near the end of my quest. She seemed to be a dream come true.

I didn’t know anything about her till now. She still seemed to be a riddle for me. The amusing question did insist on being answered, but I was left staring at her as if I had put up a question myself: I didn’t have any answers.

I couldn’t help looking at her over and over again. There was a typical mystery associated with her face: every feature seemed to be begging for my attention, and I was ready to give it all the attention it wanted.

 An intricate web of emotions was being spun in my heart  at that moment. There was a sense of satisfaction of being on the way to a definite destination. I wanted to move towards Zeenat.

Zeenat seems to be the driving force behind all my efforts to succeed in the world. Whatever I do, I do for Zeenat. She is a typical passion that has been alive and kicking in my heart ever since I possessed one. She is a dream I hve seen every single day of my life. I want to see the dream with my eyes open now.

The baby in my arms let out a shrill cry all of a sudden. I clung tightly to the infant assuring it of my presence: it wanted a sense of security, and I was all there to give it. Like the baby, she too wanted my love and attention and a sense of security. I hope I can give her all this and more when she does enter my life.