To the places,
Which were once dearer to me,
And I traversed through
The familiar paths
With palpitating heart!
On my psychological walk
I saw a boy there in early teens,
Who smiled, and jumped
Out of joy, and sometimes,
Cried, shouted and sat silent.
My inquisitive eyes
Watched him curiously,
And I identified him as the younger me
Whom I lost once, somewhere
In the path of
My transfer to adulthood.
Amidst my dust-coated memories
I scanned for myself
How did I look? How did I behave?
Oh, these obsolete, nonsensical thoughts!
I never see me
And I was seen by myself,
Through others’ eyes, silent narrations,
And through the reversed reflections.
When would I see myself?
Perhaps on the day,
When time travelling gets possible,
And when I learn the trick of
Psychic transmigration.
