Longing And Belonging

By Anwesha Nandi

I stood there, square

Intently looking at you.

Wishing secretly, shamelessly

That you would look too.

You walked away unbothered

I walked behind unwavered.

Lost my way,

I drifted very far.

For I believed,

You are my North Star.

Your world was new,

My experiences here were few.

I was amazed, I was amused,

Also I would trip and fall.

Creepy stalker, hopeless lover

For you I would be that all.

Greeted by flowers,

Kissed by butterflies,

I swayed with the bamboos.

Smeared by earth,

Drenched by streams,

I sang with the cuckoos.

They welcomed me in,

With a peaceful, calming grin.

Dancing along with them

Apparently, was never a sin.

I had lost account of this time.

I knew not the last time,

So happy I had been.

Did they belong to me?

Or were they whom

I always belonged to?

Why is this newness so familiar?

Was I always meant to be here?

Entranced and enchanted

And an unexpected wish granted

I forgot, why I was here.

A longing to be with you,

An infatuation I held on to,

Now I wanted to be clear.

Stopped in your tracks

You turned back,

Your eyes met mine.

Fumbles, apologies, awkwardness

And a proposal later,

I left with your humble decline.

I will travel back,

But no more to

Look for you.

Your secretive world

Is now equally mine.

I will regularly come and

Stay here sometimes

Maybe for a quick quarantine.

For bringing me here,

Walking me through a door,

Into a world

I knew nothing of before.

For unknowingly showing a new goal,

Oh beautiful soul

It’s you,

I will be

Eternally thankful to.

By Anwesha Nandi