The last visit of heart

It wasn't that the thought of visiting that place
( The only place that knew both of them )
Came that very evening.
Heart throwing tantrums to the head
Of listening a voice
Of seeing a face
Of reliving few hours

It was the result of overhearing
The hearts yelling almost every morning
When wanting to see the expression
And not the Emojis dashing on the screen
Saying good morning never satisfies
The want to talk to him
The want to listen his voice

Finally she was going
But deciding on what to look like was difficult

We never like to change but
Time has it's plan too

So there was something different now
She choose a blend of both
( The past & The present).
As she reached the place
Inspite of being familiar
The walls, the gate and whispers of the trees there
Were not like of her people

And then someone came too see her.
She entered the building talking to that someone.
Her eyes,
Her ears,
All were busy but not in listening to that someone
But they were busy finding
The person whom they wanted hear and adore

All of the corners were like
Mom's home after marriage
Known but now holding different stories
Covering the old like never known

Finally the heart was trying to speak to the eye and the ear

It's time to befriend the head
It's time to think then to sense
It's time to stop expecting stars on a rainy day
It's time to stop counting star in streets of light and smoke