And that moment your walk began
Down the sidewalk of memory lane
Why? What? Questions unanswered..
“What is it that you look for?” You hear a voice ask..
No.. not in the known zone
You simply carry on with the journey
See the time engraved on the walls
Déjà vu and everything else
Upto you your journey depends; But you
May quit upon a shock of reality.
Or was it reality itself? An escapade, perhaps?
You are back to time, your own time
You comprehend as you still sit alone, morose..
With a cigar in your hand and other dopes
Lying on that table in front of you-
All workers, building that road to ensure escapade.
The architect you think of now. Who might he be?
You? The seasoned medicines? Or their makers?
By now you have no idea what made you so glum
“Time for another?”
You think. And suddenly
Memory returns with victory.
It was the first drop of that vicious liquid
In that splendid bottle, still open
For God knows how long!
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