Longings
Hidden beneath the veil of routine life
There is a persistent wild longing,
That feels like impulsive adventures,
Sunsets over endless oceans,
Hot chocolate in foreign lands,
And camping in unfamiliar mountains.
It is treasuring each drop of water,
As I let sand trickle through my fingers,
And dancing to the tunes of lost folklores
As the full moon rises over parched lands.
It feels like the warmth of hot springs,
Cold breeze from the Artics,
The bloom in a wine year
That smells so subtle and ephemeral.
It’s reading sci-fi in building
Engraved with centuries old story.
It’s running to touch one more stone
That left its mark in history.
Its exotic foods, wild fruits and strange faces
In a city that knows not my name.
It's the longing to see more
To live more, and
To die, having felt more!
-n.s
