Your eyes remind me of my father

Your arms remind me of my mother…

The way you betrayed me reminds me of my elder brother

The way you tease me feels like a long lost lover

The way you make amends reminds me of

the way I mend clothes that I did not tear

The way you attack strategically

reminded me of Sun Tzu

I renounced predictions while

the war was going on like Confucius.


Something about any one new

often reminds me of  someone familiar

Does it mean they are?

We always repeat our selves

Our own favorite jokes or songs

Or flavor of the ice cream or toppings on a pizza

Does it mean, what happened then

is what is happening now?


You mean to say I never learnt a single lesson?

I passed the test of time for nothing?

Why do you always want to follow a pattern?

Why can’t you believe that you are different?

And if I had felt best of everything

Already …..

Why am I so sure that I did not feel this

‘Whatever’ we call it?

Frankly, I can forget this easily.

Like many colors of the sky

That I do not see ever again

Or flowers that vanished

Without a notice.

A head ache that presents

a meeting with a stoic smile

I can even say I was insane.

If it can make it easy for you

to handle the faux-pas

Whichever way

you can  choose….

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