JAMAIS VU

Anwaya Mane
2 min readDec 23, 2020
Soul searching for the lost melody
Photo by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash

So far away;

A tune left my body, astray.

Paralyzed, with this new feeling,

My astral self in quest for my real being.

I hear a familiar melody.

Possessed, like to the elusive pied piper, I chase.

The earth crackling weak, my hands cuffed, beneath.

‘Please give me a melody, a remedy, a memory that will be left behind just for me.’

Fleeting, I see a, spiralled staircase, leading to eternity.

‘Don’t leave me,’ I cry, the melody, like swaying autumn leaves.

‘Who am I?’ the question I had my whole life.

‘I guess I gotta deal with this, deal with this, real world.’

‘I wish love was perfect as love itself’.

‘Like a flower that can’t bloom, in a dream that can’t come true.’

In this endless vacuum of nothingness,

‘Where is my angel at the end of the day?’

I reached the precipice.

‘Save Me’, said one. ‘I’m fine’ said two.

I drop to my knees, exasperated, my eyes searching.

‘Gotta go insane, to stay sane,’ my will, determined and pressing.

A tune like home, leaving my soul in abandon.

That would be my first death, I have always been afraid of.

‘My blood, sweat and tears, my cold breath too, just take em’.

Return to me, my magic shop; for let the cherry blossoms bloom, this spring day.

‘So, show me’ I spoke.

‘I’ll show you’ it echoed.

Suddenly, the fountains burst and a myriad of colors canvassed, in fusion.

Etheral! Magical! Spell-binding like spring in the middle of winter.

‘Drink a warm cup of tea, and look up at the galaxy.’

My astral being danced, to the fleeing melody I had chased previously.

Deep within the magic shop, inside I saw myself, myself.

Seven angels from paradise, seven voices synchronised, in unison.

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