On the crowded streets
amidst the packed local buses
In the stacked classrooms
In the lists imbibed on zoom links
where is she?
besides a window
watching the budding flowers
under the shade
feeling the wavering air
within the closet
counting the numbers
not to be discovered
but lost
the soul and her muse
thats about all
in the markets
in the opening shores
besides the tram
inside the trains
carrying the passengers
on a journey called life
He is lost
lost to his own self
who is he ?
undiscovered
and unknown to all
even those beside him
since he was born
he and his muse unfound
Vagueness and ambiguities
mirages and illusions
curtained
what’s the show about
She and the sceneries
he and the backgrounds
wish cherry blossoms fill the street
with no mayhem around
lost is the soul
missing the muse
contact if you meet them about
earnest is the find
to look about
on the pole
a notice taped
a reward for the poetries said
a magnanimous prize for the one
like a lottery hung
“ Find the soul ,
the body is present
but the soul moved up in heaven
heaven or hell
who knows?”
soul and muse
lost
lost in ambitions and norms
caged in past
a prisoner of desires
blinded by dreams
gagged by rules
lost and unfound….