It is, and still is not!

After ages, he came back to it,
To a place dear to heart,
To a place never forgotten,
To a place called home.

It was there,
standing strong and still and the same.
Away from the chaos of the humans,
away from the edges of the summers.

“What took you so long?”
It wanted to ask him.
“Did you find another one in another faraway land?”
It wanted to ask him.

His hands trembled and legs quivered
when the time came to get near it.
Was it the extreme weather outside?
Or the swirling confusion inside?

He entered in a place he knew he’d have to one day.
He entered in a place he had stepped out of one fine day.
A place that had only him,
but he had more than one.

His world shifted when he saw the inside.
It was not his home.
Walls had tricked him,
for the heart had changed, the soul had changed.

“I waited for you a long time”,
It told him.
“Many summers and winters and autumns and springs passed”,
It added in a quivering voice.

He was still processing what he witnessed
when a finger poked him,
“Is there something I can help you with, Mister?”
A lady unknown asked him.

Rendering her with no answer, he rushed outside.
Out he ran, and ran away from that place.
When he stopped, he looked back at that apparition and wondered,
“It is, and still is not!”

IF YOU ARE A FIRST- TIME VISITOR OF MY BLOG, DO REFER ‘First-Timers‘. IT WOULD HELP YOU IN EXPLORING THE PLACE.

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