The Stranger

As he walked back into those streets,
A wave of emotions engulfed him,
Memories hit him hard,
He called out names he had once known.

The names echoed in the empty streets,
Like the apparitions introducing themselves,
The air smelt of damp soil and rusted roofs,
He looked around for those he had left.

At the end of the little road was a ruined house,
As he pushed open the half broken gate,
The creaking noise created a flutter amongst the pigeons,
Faint noises of the past rang in his ears.

He knocked on the door with anticipation,
He heard faint footsteps and the door opened,
A face known and yet unknown emerged like a ghost,
He had returned home from the chaos of the city.

V.V.Vikram