To the Familiar Unknown

White lotuses with yellow centers?
I seem to be in the Nature’s ice-cream parlor.

There is tons of silence here.
The water bottle in my back-pack is noisy.

I’m here among the these trees for the first time.
With a drop of rain on my forehead.

Why do I seem to know them?
or do they seem to know me?

I seemed to have dreamt, imagined, thought of them.
Or did they dream, imagine, think of me?

Unknown familiarity at one step after another.
Is there any other way to unravel the world?

Pratiksha Thanki
15th August, 2008.