uncharted

in this hemisphere of time
where years are lost in discoveries
of beauty,
and days spent in the reverie
of those youthful dreams —

i map out the latitudes&longitudes (of longing)
on my body, to find the passage of my thirst,
lining experiences&exigencies on the shore
of all that was, and all that could have been,

now lost.

where do i begin, if i do not know
where i need to go?

.

© Anmol Arora

1 April 2019
(Inter)National Poetry Month