That which does not belong to you
Can, sometimes, make you feel like
You belong.
And strangers, sometimes, can feel;
More familiar than friends.

Sat under the star-lit sky
We belonged, on that moonless night,
To the sound of the waves.
We belonged to the chilly breeze, to the trees,
To the seaside sand, silky beige.

In that moment, we belonged to the fire that lit
Inside us, and before us
And moments later,
We belonged to the sea
Standing with our feet in water
Hand-in-hand.
We watched the algae glow,
Through each other, we felt the energy flow,
We yearned, at that moment, for Time
To go slow.

And it was at that moment
When we had forgotten who we were
But never knew ourselves better
Forgotten where we were from
But felt like we belonged
Forgotten how we chase time
Merely, for a dime.

Our minds buzzing with alcohol
And memories to which
We will hold on tight
Sat under the star-lit sky
We belonged to that moonless night.

— Gunjan Sethi