Go back to the place this heart belongs

Go back
Go back to those
Whom you left
Long time ago

To the two bedroom house
Where you lived and made memories, all along

To the balcony
Where every morning, during the winter season
Your father sat reading the newspaper
His white hair, glowed like a unicorn’s tail
And you stood behind him, patiently waiting
Waiting for him, to finish the sports section.

To the sofa of your living room
Which was your bed, for most part of your childhood
On which with your left hand behind your head
Forming a pillow and with your legs stretched
You laid for hours with remote on your right hand
Switching between channels, Every other minute
Ignoring the beautiful yet angry voice
Coming from the kitchen and falling into your ears
“The food is getting cold”
“Go to the market, there is no sugar in the house”
“What am I going to do with this child of mine?”
And you smiled, the most pure of a smile
you just smiled

To the study table
That belonged to you and only you
The mysteries it held and the secrets you buried
And locked in its bottom drawers
Some were part of your childhood imagery
and some formed your adulthood fantasies

To the woman you knew
Before you knew a woman at all
A selfless human being in a true sense.
No favors done, no favors given
It was all out of pure love and nothing at all
On seeing you return from school everyday
The glow of her heart, showed on her face
Her eyes said that you were gone for ever
When you were gone only for few hours.

To the friends you have left behind
Who were more than friends to you back then
Some confidantes and some accomplices
Some a savior, a messiah
and Some a shoulder to cry on.
They were your own, Your treasures that you never bought
No relation by blood, but yet stronger beyond imagination

Go back to them
You foolish and lonely man
What have you got here? Why are you here?
Ask not these questions, But answer them for me
And when you cannot find it easy to answer
Remember, all it means is that
It is time to leave.

And that you should have left, a long time ago.
When your father couldn’t read any more
When your mother couldn’t say your name at all
When your friends forgot you existed some million years ago
And when the balcony, the sofa, the study table
All of your formidable treasures
Got lost in the dust of these million years,
You should have left, you should have gone back.

Go back,
for the memories are still intact
Go back,
for the missing piece of your heart
Go back,
to the place where this heart still belongs.

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