Lost in thoughts
to whom we were
she looked at herself
the reflection sure was her
but it wasn’t her
it looked as if it was a stranger
running back to the rituals
she glanced at the news article
it talked about a lady
a lady who worked for public
with some void
she engrossed in herself at art
looking at the lady
she exclaimed
may be generations ahead
but she resonates
looking at the mirror she exclaims
the reflection isn’t mine
the one in newspaper
similar to me
One painting the canvas
the other spilling ink on sheets
two souls generation apart
why so alike
both sad in life
got engrossed in the books at shelves beside
to them the books were friends
who weaved so many stories within
about fantasy lands, festivals at corners
about delicacies of folk
about traditions and art
why that soul resonates me
the lady in the newspaper
hides her grief
in her iconic smile
generations apart
dreams they hold are same
one accomplished
the other aspiring to be
the lady in newspaper is like me
the reflection in water isn’t me
it’s a stranger
looks like lost myself years apart
happily could find another soul clinking afar