feel

she was sad and forlorn
sitting alone in a world of her own
surrounded by all and sundry
amidst the brouhaha and all the chattering.
yet it seemed desolate to her
'coz, maybe, it was only she, who was in there.
she never realised the Hows and the Whats and even the Whens
of the things when they went wrong
because to her it always seemed
that her entire life was all but just a song.
a song she could sing and hum
even when everything around her would be in  doldrums.
but something was amiss today
when she found herself sitting in the desolate land.
her search for the lost song not-with-standing
the harder she tried, she found it to be more elusive.
she used to think that she knows the song by-heart
it was her song, after all.
a simple, yet endearing, might even be seemingly elusive to all.
but it was her song. and she sang her song.
she lived her song. and the song lived in her.
but the song was to be found nowhere
and her desolate world was all but, glaringly bare.