In a cottage up North,
Is where i belong.
Laying on the soft green grass,
Gazing up at the sky,
Wondering all the reasons why.
Why do we yearn for love,
Why all we desire is compassion.
Why?
I might know the answer to my questions,
But I ask them again,
And again,
And again,
Until they become a part of my soul.
In a cottage up North,
Is where i belong.
Eyes wondering outside,
Watching the wind rushing,
And time passing by.
A small little cottage,
With a cupboard full of untameable souls.
How lovely it must be to behold,
The pieces of someone’s passion,
How lovely it must be to behold,
The essance of someone’s heart and soul.
In those pages,
I find myself dreaming,
About what all it could’ve been.
This is where I belong.
I must confess however,
This isn’t where I’m meant to be,
I no longer yearn for such a story,
I intend to write my own.

Aashna Vidyarthi