Lost and Found People

Sitting in my niche.

I come across this bubbles of thoughts.

Few are rainbowed and few seem to burst into mere water.

These bubbles are lost and found people of my life.

At random I come across the figure,

Of my tuition teacher, Building up in my mind.

A man of substance, a genius, a bundle of positive vibes.

His cigarette smoke swirling up in the sky.

Blurred and suddenly appears my childhood friend.

Bubbly-chubby and gracefully stupid in her own sense.

Gay is her smile, with joy in her very style.

She whisks, she dances and gone is she.

Through the mist of the wispy thoughts arise,

Is a fatherly guy, my dad is he.

Stout, managerial and humble.

With loads of love he has for me in a bundle.

Accompanying with him is this pretty woman,

Delicate smile yet strict eyes.

Keeping a continuous watch on me,

Seeing her daughter grow to feminism, my mother is she.

Lost in the words of thoughts I come across a poet,

Waveringly curly are her locks.

She seems to guide in my poetic thoughts.

Words are her wings, with rhythm she flies.

Thinking and muddled in my thoughts suddenly my phone rings.

Hello says a handsome voice.

He is a person who was lost and found by me later.

A friend to rely upon is always with a smile.

Smiling I suddenly fall so low.

Tears start sprouting in my eyes.

It’s the turn of my love, my man.

A tall handsome figure seems to walk out of the smoky thoughts.

I feel lifted in his arms.

Strong are they with a so delicate in touch.

With soft whispering tone are said those three words.

And then with a gush of cold air he is gone.

Knelt down I am, my arms in reach of him.

I try to shout, my voice doesn’t seem to stumble out.

He is a person who was found and I lost now.

In the darkest nightmares of my thoughts.

Regaining, I come across this lovely woman.

She is independent, blunt yet soft at heart.

A woman whose existence is there in my life though she is yet not found,

She is my loves mother, god’s creation she is named.

Carried on is one of my, used to be a special friend.

My loyalty was true to her, but yet she lied.

With every lie she said, our relation threaded.

Deep scars and wounds she has left, yet a friendly heart wants to see her smile.

Twisting and turning, bumping with each bubble.

I am hit upon this little bubble.

She wants to grow, out of the clutches of her misery.

With the wings of joy she wants to fly.

She comes and nibbles my mind.

And whispers, hey do you recognize me?

It’s me, your soul whom you have buried.

Release me out, let me breathe laughter.

She sits next to me, holds my cheeks in her palm.

Deep are her sad teary eyes, yet lips with a smile.

She gazes at me for a while.

And then speaks out in a mellow.

“You have found and lost people,

Lost and found them again.”

Life is all about discovering then why do you cry?”

Whoosh she leaves me with this thought.

"That amongst these found and lost, lost and found, people. Have I lost myself? Or am I yet to find who am I?"