Déjà Vu, A Mysterious Truth Poem by FABIYAS M V

The steaming ghee rice,
yellow dhal,
cucumber salad,
spicy temptation wafting up from the beef curry…
My family,
from ma to niece,
sit at the dining table.
When I take the vacant chair,
I feel it's an exact recurrence of a past feast.
An unreal reality.
Transient.

Living is an illusion -
the Indian philosophy glows like a firefly within my skull.
Man lugs life to death with a little knowledge.
Like telepathy,
déjà vu is another mysterious truth promising things beyond the corporeal end.


First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue#28) .