The streets of Varanasi looked
Familiar to me
The bent and holes of the streets
French buildings, confusing
Crowd, deceiving weather
And pretty much everything.
As and when I started roaming
Around, the reminiscent of
My past started appearing on
The walls of down trodden
Buildings, the etched names on the
Bank of the river which might
Have caused wars for land(s).
I was lost. Google can get
Awkward at times and make you so.
I was lost. Completely.
Familiarity helps in ways you can't
Be less thankful for.
Familiarity, sometimes, appear in the
Form of sweet words, affection at times
And in love, most of the times.
I was lost. I couldn't leave a trail.
But my name did. Did I travel the map?
no. I just put my name on the map, happily.
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