Déjà vu

This one is dedicated to Varun Bhadauria, one of my closest friend and the first in my group who dared to dream.Whose puff of smoke, if put in words would read "I am not the road , your yardstick can measure "

Déjà vu
A familiar place and a usual day
but it occurred to me ,I had lost my way
"Where are you heading to"?asked someone
and with a hit of déjà vu ,the flashback began to run

Somewhere in the distant memories
a child filled with uncertain pain
for all those years to come
and a fear of loosing self in vain.

With all ignorant climbs up the hill
the soul trying to reach the sun
An unthought wish to achieve
the little boy waiting for his turn

A silent moan and a loud sigh
just one tussle and the last try
No one to stop , no one to judge
To find a place where dreams survive

"There will be a way "the boy kept saying
and the fogs of reminiscence began to clear.
"There is the way " stranger's finger was pointing
and the déjà vu ended as I recognized the stranger.