Scratching Head

A lady i meet everyday

staring at me always

I also gazed at her in amaze

with many questions in head

I do let her go then..

But the next day she met me again

Really she was my clone

wearing the mask of face which was mine

She asked me the reason for hurry

I replied her you are noone to query

She said wait and listen

I am here for a reason

Why you always scratch your head

Why don't you refer your heart instead

Why you look up at  sky high

Why don't you feel the zephyr with closed eyes

Pausing her in between

I asked her why are you so keen

She slowly smiled and replied

I am not only the reflection

you view in the mirror with no reason

I am you inside you

Just as a morning dew

on a flower petal

recognised only by a few

I am an answer to your scratching head

which your heart is searching instead.

She is now gone

and I am left only as a moron

who was she,am still wondering

She is lost but the reason stil thinking...