UNTRAVELLED PLACE

 

It has been said that our foots will never forget the places we wander,
Sometimes Déjà vu come all over to the place we never went,
It's familiar to the places you went or the memories you have,
You were standing in front that crooked house and,
Those emails are still in the mail box,
"Who are you?" a voice came from behind,
You were shook to see that person again and now you understand why you have deja vu,
That person is none other than your long lost friend your are looking for,
You have lost him while you were busy making your empire,
You mails are still there and leaves are flying,
as if they know you,
The person is still standing and talking or maybe gibberish,
Then you walk through the house full of your old books and photos,
When you see that chair where you grandparents used to sit,
You couldn't help but sit on that chair to feel the warmth and blessings,
But still you try why are you here at the first place,
You're happy and overwhelmed,
You see that person you used to love more than yourself,
But you realize that reality of it and,
That person that asked you question is your childhood and,
the mails outside that house is your memories,
That house which is crooked and broken is your heart which rumbles,
When someone approaches you,
The Déjà vu you were feeling is a memories reminiscing which are forgotten,
You woke up and your dream is flies and now you can't stop thinking,
About where you were and where you are,
The journey you have been through is a lot to remember but sometimes,
You memories always find a way back to your childhood.

Mansi Chamoli

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