Standing there pouring sunscreen onto my face,
I look at the oh-so-wonderful hanging gardens of babylon ,
Working my way up the 7 wonders of the world,
I should’ve felt happy;ecstatic.
But I felt like I was in the Sahara Desert,
Walking around for some water,
To quench my thirst.
But this thirst,
This thirst didn’t go away so easily.
It was difficult to explain- yet easy to feel
This thirst, that’s been there with me for so long,
It had been my silent partner,
Some partner, I didn’t even ask for.
But partners were supposed to make you feel nice and warm and protected
I felt the opposite.
This feeling, had kidnapped my conscience,
I couldn’t let go,
I may have had the Stockholm syndrome – to a feeling
A feeling of never being satisfied,
You laugh, but it’s a serious one.
Satisfaction is difficult to come by for me
I wandered around the world,
I went to the most amazing places
And I felt nothing.
The seven wonders of the world?
Overrated. (Of course, I saw only the 6,until now)
The wanderlust in me wanted to continue,
But every other inch of me said,
This was my life, in a nutshell.
I could be anywhere, in the world
Doing the most amazing things,
but I would still wonder about the place I’m not at.
What am I missing out?
Ditching the plan, apologizing to the wanderlust,
I was back home, as usual.
Never satisfied could be a good thing,
But not for me.
I am never able to be satisfied,
Whatever I did.
And I convinced myself, I never would be-
Or so I thought.
The day I met you
My brain stopped whirring
I didn’t think of being anywhere else.
My mind didn’t want to be anywhere else
I was occupied by the brown in your eyes,
The curls in your hair
The charm in your smile.
Any place other than your arms seemed unnecessary to be in.
And now, standing in front of the Great Pyramid,
I look down at you and whisper
‘ Yes. ‘
Since the day I met you,
I was never satisfied
Of Being anywhere