Lost & Found ...

Missing is the link to life if you choose to fret
Deliberate if the zests then you rule the test
Revolving involuntarily as a cabaret
When the song of existence is the chirpiest

Déjà vu it is for some mortals of the mast

While sailing back & fro on the stream of reality

Till you bump into the pebble of the past

And you smile with pristine vanished agility

Mislaid are you when you lose the bait

Shoving the ‘you’ in hours of gloom

Oh boy! each place is like a hapless ait                                                              

Deprived of the ever so present bloom

‘Found’ are you in the arms of fate

If it dishes out the best recipe

Nurturing the departed sustenance of pate

Alas, turning out to be the era’s greatest swipe.                                                    

The recurring deposit going hand in hand

Missed badly sans it or present

They are the finest guidelines for any stand

Transforming or destroying the inner wisent.