Lost and unfound

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….