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.
I am Timeless.