My pillow, my companion,
through years of slumber and rest,
holding me close and tight,
in the darkness and din of the night;
Together, we’ve seen a million dreams,
in shades of snow white and grey;
wandering across mountains and streams,
to mystic lands, far away.
You smiled in kindly light,
when I chuckled loud and clear,
amidst heaves and snores,
in the saintly silence of the night.
You wrapped me in a warm embrace,
when my eyes wet your bosom,
amidst sniffs and stifled cries,
in the sullen glow of the night.
You gave me hope of a better day,
as I tossed around, helplessly,
with no sign of sleep or peace,
like a boat in a stormy bay.
You cradled me in your arms,
when I woke up, aghast,
shaken by hideous dreams,
from the shadows of the past.
You’ve known my smiles and sorrows,
my deeper scents and strains;
You are my beacon and armor,
as I wade through a sea of pains.
I cherish this mystic bond, we share;
in a world of deceit and dare,
my pillow, my friend,
you nourish my soul with the nectar of love and care.
- Sowmini
