At some point it glowed in the evenings
Through its windows
The walls now bear countless names
Of lovers who often meet there, in secret
Away from prying eyes
For the world hates lovers
As I walked past
I heard a voice call out my name
Turning around , I saw the caller
A beautiful frail woman in her forties
Raju, is that you? She asked
It was I , as I replied
She rushed through the gate, on towards an embrace
And I stood there, confused
Did I know her? I thought embarrassed
Is this someone I forgot along
She whispered , asked me to walk into the villa
We sat there at its foot steps
The place was familiar, yet not her.
As we sat she sand an old song
Familiar, so I sang along
And as we sand, I recollected
I had written it, as a teen
As we laughed and sat at the steps
The sun was ready to fade and go
She said, let us scribble our names
And I wrote smilingly
Me and My forgotten song
At which I walked through the gate
Bid goodbye to the villa
I had found my old song
And my smile, and it was all worth this one trip.
Life is such
Trips and memories
Recalled, forgotten, over and again
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