SHE

 Memories of her smile whisper in my heart

Like a musical note that pitches high

Around the silent walls of a cavernous chamber

Like wisps of smoke they drift by

She did have a sound of laughter

Not musical but full of gay

But as the lighter moments distanced out

The unique note floated away

She had dreams, oh yes she had

Not to reach the sky or the star

Just to walk a path trodden by none

To face the world as an equal at par

Her heart held stories untold

Her strides bound to reach the skyline

The earth did not spin for her, but

Seemed to voice together her chime

Every day was full of meaning

Every moment (lived) for its worth

She seemed to find a purpose

For every bloom and her birth

Where is she now I wonder?

Haven’t met her in a while

“Lost”, a tiny voice whispers

“Gone on a (self-)imposed exile”

“But why?”, I ask bemused

“Did dragons block her harbor?”

“What could have stopped her?”

“Were arrows stuck in her armour?”

And then I got the answer

As I got a glimpse of ‘She’

The indolent and torpid figure in the mirror

Smiling back at me.