There was a mist, there was a romanticism,
There was this desire to connect.
Like the union of different flowers,
A bouquet of its own.
Lovely flowers, with their uniqueness.
I reflected sitting at the same table.
Three of four people talking in their language,
Preserving their culture, their preferences.
My depressed, hypervigilant mind,
Starting to go for a toss.
I wanted to connect.I wanted to “belong”.
But the loneliness at home was a pain.
They told me, it is all noise!
Yes, an overpowering, engulfing noise,
Swallowing my peace, my identity, my context!
Oh those borders are real.
Those rigid mindsets pull your strings.
Oh, I see me, loneliest at home!
Along with who claimed, to be my own.
Disillusioned, disappointed, dismissed.
Now, I rest within, for here,
I “belong’!











