One Last Time - II
One Last Time - II
When you come to a place
You once belonged
That wistfulness of old
Begins to lurk through your senses,
Overwhelmed,
You revisit the paths you once tread
– Find your room, Sit on the stairs,
Pass the verandah you once used to linger;
Candid, nonchalant yet taking your steps slow, soaking in all
– This place, the comforting air, and the blunt memories exploding every second.
You see the yellow dorm walls,
Renewed benches by the park,
Your regular Tea stall and
You contest your mind – how it used to look then?
Recall- That incident! That walk! That laugh!
You see a version of your self you left there,
Take pictures of things as mind unearth
Nothing grand yet something that stirs and swirls your inside.
You stop for a moment
Breathe in all your thoughts:
Remembering,
Rejoicing,
Playfully assessing and wishing the clock to go slow.
And, as it gets nearer to go
you know :
Every time you leave
That feeling, that something which aches somewhere in your heart,
Says - it was all worth it!