In a place so deserted,

In a dark night like this

I came where it all began

looking for some fairytale bliss.

The wobbly walls

and the creaking door

led to something known,

a feeling old but felt before.

From that retro dialer,

Grandpa’s rocking chair

To those needles of granny

All made it so clear.

The bed reverberating those lullabys,

that gentle touch of mother

Ohh those stains still there,

those innocent excuses of brother

Peaked from the cupboard rusted

the echoes of the past

The moments painfully beautiful

Which now no longer last.

Those shillings, those dolls, those scarfs

and that wind-chime sound

Just like a pot of gold

All lost now found.

Sometimes most cherished memories

truly inflict the most pain

Ohh this wish to relive

to start all over again

Then I set my gaze upon

that broken glass

Reflecting what this site destroyed

taking away everything that was once ours.

Knowing how peaceful the present is

regretted that I came,

There is nothing which I can call mine

Nothing here on which I can claim

Left the place with relief

Not anything here I could miss

For I realize the future holds

That fairytale bliss.

Poojan Sehgal

Semester –I, BA(H) Economics