[Poem] Search

I found him, finally, in a mutilated album
Yes, it is him. The one I was searching for
His head held high, fearless in thoughts,
he once walked this earth.
Eyes gleaming through weather beaten wrinkles,
his present smiles at me from the mirror,
goading me to start a search anew.
A search to find reasons.
Reasons for a subdued existence.
In one of those times,
when your fates overlapped,
you would have known him.
So, I start with you.

Vijay © 23rd November, 2005