The Other Side...
I walked with my friend one night,
The air was strange, the stars too bright.
A feeling came— déjà vu,
Like I had been here, but never knew.
We found a door, it pulled us in,
A world began, not where we’d been.
The sky was green, the sea was red,
The past was changed, the future fled.
People spoke with different names,
Old heroes lost, new kings with fame.
The Mandela trick was clear to see,
History bent like broken trees.
We looked around, both scared and glad,
The world was new, yet somehow sad.
A mirror place, a universe near,
Where truth was twisted, but still sincere.
No Hitler, no Gandhi, no gods above,
Only people sharing joy and love.
No devils hiding, no fear, no fight,
Just laughter glowing in the night.
We left at dawn, the door was gone,
But echoes stayed, both weak & strong.
Now I know the dream is true,
Another world waits— déjà vu.
P. S. Mandela Effect, Parallel Universe, déjà vu and us.
Vipul Arwade
12.02.2026
