on the place...where once one stayed...now deserted....

Looking at the ill maintained building with chunks of plaster
Falling off like dry leaves shaken by the autumnal breeze-
Revealing teethed existence-so meaningless...
He felt pained...
'Pained'-will be an understatement...for sure!
He felt...ruined within...
As if chunks of his own memories were falling off-
Irresistibly,
Rage inter-fused with melancholy and contempt gripped him...
As he looked at his residence of childhood...
Now lying vacant...uselessly vacant...dilapidated almost!
He stared at his play-field of childhood
And thought of his youthful adventures as well...
Days of standing at that balcony...now weed covered...
Days of sitting on the porch...now dust filled and unkempt...

There...
In front of that worn down, mossy building...
One would find him every other day...
Standing stagnant...
Be seized by memories...
He would surely be found...
Standing ...like a coconut tree...bereft of leaves...blackened, burnt...
After all the lightning crashed on him as well!