What looks like a wasteland
Exactly that’s where
My home stood
With a beautiful garden
I stare at that land
That unsold dirty plot
Not belonging to anyone
Yet belonging to all
It was once upon a time
guarded by a tall wall
The wall is also half gone
While rest is totally erased
The land is covered with grass
The same grass we despised
But yet picked the holier ones
For the offerings
Along with the garden and home
My people and trees are gone too
I can almost hear the voices
Which lived there
How was it all demolished?
Brick by brick?
Blow by blow?
Or was it natural decadence?
I guess, I came looking for her
That barefooted wild girl
Who ran to school and cycled,
Played and giggled in the garden
As I turn around,
I find her on the wall graffiti
A barefooted wild girl
With her back turned upon the world
Strangely the roads
Where I learnt
To walk, run and cycle
Have remained the same
Just like the stubborn grass
Memories are stubborn too
So are some friendships
And roads we return to
Mad Decadence 