“Was That A Déjà Vu?”

While walking on a core street, I came across a red light...

The red light seemed to be illuminative and moved foe,

For the intentions of the ew...

Saw a pendant which seemed rare,

‘Written with love’ having a gist of... Keeled over, on the bench...

No one beyond the horizon it was I, alone...

I wore it and after that I suddenly,

Slanted apart to a river crossing tree

For asking to complete a wish...

So I asked in an ingeminate tone...

‘What I have today is from what I gave last but,

What I gave last is something that I’m losing first, today...’

And suddenly, something happened like a splash of white light

And everything changed...

I was sitting on a bench with my friend because of who’s dead

I was moving upset and it was not a dream,

Nor hallucination, nor ghost

Nothing unreal... All reality.

Situation was back as before

And my friend was talking to me

And I was wondering about what just happened

But, continued with a smile full of happiness on my face

Suddenly checked for the pendant I got,

It was as it is but something written on it

Like ‘written with love’ was missing...

I checked for it, behind the pendant

And what I got written on it was ‘given with love’.