Poem - #2 | Resentment

I wanted us to be the hold my hand couples
While walking down the street,
Even if it's to the nearest shop.
Who assume the other is mad
If they don't lock fingers that well.

I wanted him to tell me
That he loved me every once in a while
Like he doesn't mean it that much
But once in a day, I also wanted him
To look me in the deepest corner of my eyes
And light up fireworks as he tells me
How much he valued me

I wanted clichès,
Night walks to the grocery store
Eating too much cold dessert
And spoiling one another.
And falling asleep in between pillow fights.

Sometimes I think I wanted too much.

~Pushpanjali

Forth I leap to the land which calls me,
Hovering a red flag.
The symbols of the worldly signals
Couldn't have worked 'round here, I thought.

Somedays I sit aloof from the crowd,
I know, I have come here with a purpose
But the signs don't show, no more.
Do I not need someone to make me listen,
To tell me of my deed?

So often I lie on the humour of the moment
Try mending the wounds I've caused in me.
Tellin' stories I think are reason for the hurt-
Yet I fail to be honest:
Where do I go to tell the truth this time?
Where do l go so I know, I will tell the truth?

-Pushpanjali Basnet.

So place my luggage in the safest corner;
Of your aching heart:
And leave me at the very entry,
Of the mess that you've made.
I'll map down every twist
On the way to my belongings,
Clearing paths as this is my home now
I'll make myself at home
And make it easier to here.

                                      - Puspanjali