Poem : Wheel

A place appeared in my dreams.
Blur views.
Crystal clear memories.
I do remember faces.
Petty fights.
Ingenuous laughter.
Colorful holi.
Happiness of electricity.
That place which I left,
Now for about 20 years.
That destination was my home once.

Leftover memories,
With more such people.
A loop is continuing, still.
It is still a question that,
How we change latitudes and longitudes,
Cross paths with just some out of millions,
Call some of them our companions,
Whom we want to meet,
Again and again,
In this bigger, cyclonical circle?
While others just meet others.
Coincidence is merely a word.