Random Poem

Lost and Found

I saw her there, gone again
Ran swiftly, hid from my view
Peeped beckoned me to follow

She, with her bewitching smile
Twinkling, misbehaving eyes
The Sun caught in them.
Supple, graceful limbs
Kicking dust as she ran.
The wind lost somewhere in her hair.
A perfume of a thousand roses.

I reached for her, her arms reached for me
And when I touched her fingers
Fingers hard and cold
I found a mirror reflecting me.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.
I had been chasing myself.
In a maze of ideas and dreams
Myriad lines crisscrossing my palm
Patterns in the sky
Faces and voices around me
In that utter chaos,
I found myself!!!

I found her, my own true self
An identity no one could steal or buy
Sometimes misunderstood.
Imperfect, scarred and clean.

When I am sixty,
with gnarled hands
Wrinkled body and grey hair.
She will still be there,
with her mischievous grin.
If you peer closely into my eyes,
You will find her there,
Dwelling under my aged skin.