The lady

spilleronsheet

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 

 

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2021 07:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: At times you might not know the person is well…you might have never met them….but they have similar dreams and similar interests…reading about her brought tears in my eyes…it’s inspiring
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Lorna

    Finding another soul in sync..... loved this one Spills....

  • CuteCrescent

    Amazing!! The way you express your thoughts is incredible!! Keep shining @spilleronsheet!!
    You have a long way to go ahead🤞🤞🤩

    • spilleronsheet

      Thank you so much cute crescent
      Have a great day ahead



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