From the Waves of 'Was' to 'Be'.

It rained the day I moved.

I forgot about the hollow inside as the pouring suffused.

As Mum locked the door for a final time,

I didn't know if I was supposed to call the home, ‘mine’.

Before we bid adieu to the lanes of Bangalore

And what awaited ahead were the years that glisten in my heart's core

I just looked once, at the home that used to be.

It's funny how I remember the departure, but not the flight that bewildered me.

The next thing I remember is waking up to a morning in a land so new,

And yet, not a single feeling of anxiousness in me grew.

A new house to make and call a ‘home’

And a next-door beach is where I got to roam.

It had pebbles for its abundant sand,

The darkest of which I traversed, holding Dad’s hand.

A shadowy-grey overcast,

Cosmic waves for a moment to last.

Staring at the opulence of what lay ahead,

I felt placidity, even if nothing was said.

It consumed every ounce of my being,

that liberty of ignorance, while my hope was fleeing.

I come back to the water, not the same beach,

This time with the longingness of escape to reach.

To not worry of

"Who to be, and when, and why?"

How growing up made me awry.

It fills me with reality,

To see the younger, me.

She's still kind and sweet,

But her liberty of ignorance? That has been beat.

~ Anusha Kamtikar.