Chaos

It feels like it was long ago, but no its not,

The smoke has cleared, and so has the way,

The same face remains, yet I see it very differently,

There are those moments which still bring back smiles,

And there are others, lost in the mist of happiness,

Many say you were wrong, but yet I stand- unmoved,

Things have changed a lot, but some have remained the same,

But there remain some mysteries to unearth,

Some questions to answer; some knots left to undo,

Is it a sign of the replenished good or the recurring bad,

Just a co-incidence as I’ve called it always,

Or a sign of disorder heading my way; with the strange silence,

Everything’s gone ahead, with time, and so have we,

There’s more than a hint of recognition as our eyes meet,

The handshake is different; the look on the face is different,

The emotion isn’t seen, just like old times; and I don’t care,

I smile to myself; I smile for myself, distinct and strong,

Its turmoil for one, and an answer for another,

Just witchcraft- always about creating life out of chaos.