As time passed by he slowly slipped out of consciousness,
Darkness began to engulf his thoughts
A voice filled his head - sounding monotonous
As if he woke up from the dead,
Stepped into the hallway which reminded him of his late grandfather
Empty & not a soul to be seen - just an elevator up ahead
He knew this was happening all in his head,
But something made him walk towards the elevator - as if it was calling him
Rather than walking towards the dark, he walked into the elevator instead
After a brief journey, he could smell it
It smelled like honey & roses
He was now in a bright sunny garden, he touched the roses to see if it was legit
It was all different, from a dark hallway to a bright sunny garden
It was as if he was traveling back into the past
Was this heaven?
The past illuminated in front of his eyes,
Some made sense while some didn’t
Forgotten memories came to him as a surprise
Suddenly a violent rumbling made him shiver,
Something was happening
He looked back & it was the river,
As a child, he used to play there
As he stepped closer - the fog got thicker
Soon he was in the fog, could hear nothing
Hit his foot on something solid
Suddenly he heard, a low yet obnoxious humming
As a guide to leave the fog, he walked
Suddenly he woke
Soon he realized, the reality was back - the memory of the experience? Lost.
- Abhinav Arora